Piecesssss by Tes X Lyrics
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[Intro]
Bitch, you thirsty, take a sip
Yeah
[Verse]
Shoot from the hip
That's the only time I ever miss
If I shoot for your bitch
I could fuck on any bitch, I manifested all of this shit
Fuck all that shit they talkin', nigga, they not even from the crib
Fuckin' and fuckin' and spendin' and spendin' and spendin' and spendin'
You got a man, but you still rockin' all the regular denim
But he take you to movies and you make him [?], we get it
Heard you a ho, someone might bring it to your attention
Went through your phone, messages was lookin' pretty suspicious
I found out from your best friend you don't fuck with me
I found out beauty from the outside leaves room for ugly
I found out six months in that you never really wanted me
I found out, I found out, I found out
Why you decide to go run from me, babe?
I get a check and we broke, won't get paid
The fuck are you talking 'bout? We gon' be made
She find out any reason to get mad
Talkin' 'bout daddy issues, fuck your dad
A thousand lil' baddie bitches on the ranch
A thousand more baddie bitches shakin' ass
My bank account saving, keep all the million
I wanna get to a muhfuckin' billion
Fuck it, let's do it, let's get to a trillion
I count up...
[Intro]
Bitch, you thirsty, take a sip
Yeah
[Verse]
Shoot from the hip
That's the only time I ever miss
If I shoot for your bitch
I could fuck on any bitch, I manifested all of this shit
Fuck all that shit they talkin', nigga, they not even from the crib
Fuckin' and fuckin' and spendin' and spendin' and spendin' and spendin'
You got a man, but you still rockin' all the regular denim
But he take you to movies and you make him [?], we get it
Heard you a ho, someone might bring it to your attention
Went through your phone, messages was lookin' pretty suspicious
I found out from your best friend you don't fuck with me
I found out beauty from the outside leaves room for ugly
I found out six months in that you never really wanted me
I found out, I found out, I found out
Why you decide to go run from me, babe?
I get a check and we broke, won't get paid
The fuck are you talking 'bout? We gon' be made
She find out any reason to get mad
Talkin' 'bout daddy issues, fuck your dad
A thousand lil' baddie bitches on the ranch
A thousand more baddie bitches shakin' ass
My bank account saving, keep all the million
I wanna get to a muhfuckin' billion
Fuck it, let's do it, let's get to a trillion
I count up...