Cherry Pie lyrics
by Zotiyac
[Chorus]
Pass the Glock, that's friendly fire
Hop out and we empty fire
Enemies run off and by the minute you can guarantee this sh*t ain't gettin any brighter
Semi light a n*gga like a cigarette against a lighter, b*tch you fighting for yo' life
Boy, I'm the closest thing to Christ, we seen since between Mary thighs
Yo' virgin eyes look very nice, but they still seem to carry lies
A red dot, make the head shot look like a cherry pie that hit the ground
n*ggas don't get tough until they b*tch around
[Verse]
You f*ck with me, but you really can't
You think you stand a chance, thеn flip a coin
You prolly faceplant before it hit thе ground, you stupid f*ck
Thinkin' you could duck, a f*ckin' uppercut
It cut his upper torso up, roll that boy in a f*ckin' dutch
That's just to stomp the sh*t out
Walk around wit' my di*k out, pause
I meant the fifth out
f*ck it, I plead the fifth now
He not a demon, sit down
We got 'em screamin', get out
Up it, he bleeding quick now
When I be squeezing get down
f*ck do these n*ggas be on?
I'm beyond these f*cking peons
I wouldn't even waste p*ss on a feature the n*gga be on
Take a sh*t by the mic and then send it to Switch to master
I might as well, with the way that you n*ggas been out here rapping like whatever
This sh*t done turnt into a jewelry pageant
Truly madness, sun blackening right before us
It's saddening 'cause over time impending end is bound to come insidious
The poltergeist of many men
The overnight experiment
Surreptitious sadistic sh*t
These days you'll watch a n*gga die and just forget the sh*t
Right on live, kids witness it (f*ck)
Ayy
[Chorus]
Pass the Glock, that's friendly fire
Hop out and we empty fire
Enemies run off and by the minute you can guarantee this sh*t ain't gettin any brighter
Semi light a n*gga like a cigarette against a lighter, b*tch you fighting for yo' life
Boy, I'm the closest thing to Christ, we seen since between Mary thighs
Yo' virgin eyes, look very nice, but they still seem to carry lies
A red dot, make the head shot look like a cherry pie that hit the ground
n*ggas don't get tough until they b*tch around
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