Lilcockpump, London Yellow - Pigs lyrics

Pigs, pigs, pigs, pigs
Pigs, pigs, pigs, pigs
Pigs, pigs, pigs, pigs
Pigs, pigs, pigs, pigs
Bitch, I play the pigs, fuck what you said
You can't play no pigs you ain't livin'
You is dead you a fake pig play
I'm a fuckin' real play do this shit all day
I can play the pigs for days

You don't like me, that's okay
I never asked to be this way
This really just be who I am
I really be that fuckin' man
I do this shit, like look, no hands
Been makin' moves, collectin' bands
Now I got a bunch of money piled up
I moved to France
Move the ice and leave this place
Hit up Elon, move to space
I'm blastin' off without a trace
I'm speedin' on this paper chase
Movin' quick, like dog nails
Back and forth, like dog tails
I'll be the wind in your sails
I'll pick you up, I'll guide you there

Pigs, pigs, pigs, pigs
Pigs, pigs, pigs, pigs
Pigs, pigs, pigs, pigs
Pigs, pigs, pigs, pigs
Bitch, I play the pigs, fuck what you said
You can't play no pigs you ain't livin'
You is dead you a fake pig play
I'm a fuckin' real play do this shit all day
I can play the pigs for days

Big ol' pig in the oven
Put my glove in, take it out
Then feed my whole family
Bac-Bacon on your plate
Whole bunch of sausage why is you mad at me?
Treat me like garbage, pig food
I'm in the pig pen doin' what pigs do
Rollin' around in my own filth
How 'bout you? I would go outside but the
Piggies might shoot me up
Or stomp my fuckin' neck into the
Ground until I shut up nigga, I'ma cut up
Doin' dumb shit 'til I get that
Fuckin' bread and the butter
Niggas call me "Niggers"
Whites call me "Brotha"
I don't know no Asians
But I'll fuck your Asian mother
My whole damn career is a pig
Shaped pinata filled with maggots
And bad words like "Fuck, " "Nigga
" "Ass" and "Faggot" any other way
Probably wouldn't wanna have it
Y'all be signing souls to labels
I be doing nigga magic

Bitch, I play the pigs, fuck what you said
You can't play no pigs you ain't livin'
You is dead you a fake pig play
I'm a fuckin' real play do this shit all day
I can play the pigs for days
Pigs, pigs, pigs, pigs
Pigs, pigs, pigs, pigs
Pigs, pigs, pigs, pigs
Pigs, pigs, pigs, pigs

Hey piggy wiggys, come look, yeah
Gather 'round
Don't ask me what I'm doin' and don't
Ask me put this gun down
I'm 'bout to get shit happenin'
Like real fast
And really rare, like read dads
I pull that trigger, hear that blast?
Blot, blot, blot
Another piggy down, you hear that plop?
I fried him up, like pork chops
I'm trippin' like it would stop, but
No stoppin' me, another piggy lost to sea
I'm sailin' through this life of lies
Am I the only one who sees?

Yo', fuck you pigs
I love pigs, though, they're squishy
And I don't really eat pork chops
But sometimes you just gotta
Say "Fuck what I don't do"
And do it, you know, i don't fuckin' know
Is that motivational? Pigs, pigs
Pigs, pigs, pigs