Kirby Maurier - S.P.P. (Sweet Potato Pie) lyrics
[Kirby Maurier - S.P.P. Sweet Potato Pie lyrics]
Ride around witcho niggas
Ridin’ round with my bitches
Hit chu up on the phone
Tell ya bout this business
How ya, how ya gon put it down
Tell me how ya gon’ get it
Tell me how ya gon’ do it now
Tell me iz u wit, wit it
When ya come through
Gotta treat for you, We’ll light a few
Get us in the mood, no fork spoon my bedroom
But it’s too hot, gotta let it cool
I’m all that you can eat
Wait till you get a piece of my
Sweet Potato Pie, Pie, Pie
My Sweet Potato Pie, Pie, Pie
My Sweet Potato Pie, Pie, Pie
My Sweet Potato Pie, My Sweet Potato Pie
And my shit be smellin’ good
Good, Good, Good, Good, Good, Good
My shit be smellin’ good
Good, Good, Good, Good, Good
What’s it gonna, What’s it gonna
What’s it gonna be?
You chillin’ with them niggas our
You tryna chill with me, me
Boy you know my lovin like
Nothing in these streets
Want chu skip them appetizers, know
You want it sweet, sweet
When ya come through
Gotta treat for you, We’ll light a few
Get us in the mood, no fork spoon my bedroom
But it’s too hot, gotta let it cool
I’m all that you can eat
Wait till you get a piece of my
I put it on the menu baby
Cause I know that it’s good
Puttin’ you to the test now baby
I hope that your good
Ridin’ round with my bitches
Hit chu up on the phone
Tell ya bout this business
How ya, how ya gon put it down
Tell me how ya gon’ get it
Tell me how ya gon’ do it now
Tell me iz u wit, wit it
When ya come through
Gotta treat for you, We’ll light a few
Get us in the mood, no fork spoon my bedroom
But it’s too hot, gotta let it cool
I’m all that you can eat
Wait till you get a piece of my
Sweet Potato Pie, Pie, Pie
My Sweet Potato Pie, Pie, Pie
My Sweet Potato Pie, Pie, Pie
My Sweet Potato Pie, My Sweet Potato Pie
And my shit be smellin’ good
Good, Good, Good, Good, Good, Good
My shit be smellin’ good
Good, Good, Good, Good, Good
What’s it gonna, What’s it gonna
What’s it gonna be?
You chillin’ with them niggas our
You tryna chill with me, me
Boy you know my lovin like
Nothing in these streets
Want chu skip them appetizers, know
You want it sweet, sweet
When ya come through
Gotta treat for you, We’ll light a few
Get us in the mood, no fork spoon my bedroom
But it’s too hot, gotta let it cool
I’m all that you can eat
Wait till you get a piece of my
I put it on the menu baby
Cause I know that it’s good
Puttin’ you to the test now baby
I hope that your good