Pi’erre Bourne - Marie Curie lyrics

Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?
Get ready (Ooh, ooh, yeah)
I had it, shit gon’ be fire congratulations

She want me, I'm so fly (So fly, who?)
Get your bitch with me, now she high
(Now she high)
Hit that bitch, yeah, from the side
(From the side)
Hit the little bitch from the side
(From the side)
Ayy, now she wanna be mine (Be mine)
Ayy, now your bitch want me, valentine
(Valentine)
Ayy, I can't fall in love, I'm a slime
(I'm a slime)
Ayy, I'ma take your heart every time
(Every time)

Don't lie yeah, my bands on me don't lie
Yeah, my bands on me don't lie
Yeah, my bands on me don't lie, hey
Don't lie yeah, my bands on me don't lie
Yeah, my bands on me don't lie
Yeah, my bands on me don't lie, hey

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ain't no fuckin' with P no more
I ain't fuckin' on you no more
I ain't in love with you no more yeah, see
I ain't got time for them games no more
Fuck with me, you'll get rich more
Bitch, I'm Kanye, is that Ralph Lauren?
Just a Blac Youngsta fuckin'
On these little whores i got all my money
I just count it on the floor

Don't lie yeah, my bands on me don't lie
Yeah, my bands on me don't lie
Yeah, my bands on me don't lie, hey
Don't lie yeah, my bands on me don't lie
Yeah, my bands on me don't lie
Yeah, my bands on me don't lie, hey

Money real, fuck how you feel
I could pay your bills, yeah, but, girl
You ain't my bitch
She can't keep her lips sealed
She run her mouth again
She want me to fly her out
But I don't do that shit, ayy
I can't get attached 'cause she
Ain't get me rich cut these hoes off every
Day with my scissors, yeah
Met this ho the other day then I hit her
Bitch with bands, see what she say?
She straight trippin'

Don't lie yeah, my bands on me don't lie
Yeah, my bands on me don't lie
Yeah, my bands on me don't lie, hey
Don't lie yeah, my bands on me don't lie
Yeah, my bands on me don't lie
Yeah, my bands on me don't lie, hey

Hol' up, man, I'm livin' like a motherfucker
Hol' up
Hit that bitch, ran out of rubbers, hol' up
Then she sayin' that she tryna love me
Hol' up
(Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?) hey

Don't lie yeah, my bands on me don't lie
Yeah, my bands on me don't lie
Yeah, my bands on me don't lie, hey
Don't lie yeah, my bands on me don't lie
Yeah, my bands on me don't lie
Yeah, my bands on me don't lie, hey

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ain't no fuckin' with P no more
I ain't fuckin' on you no more
I ain't in love with you no more yeah, see
I ain't got time for them games no more
Fuck with me, you'll get rich more
Bitch, I'm Kanye, is that Ralph Lauren?
Just a Blac Youngsta fuckin'
On these little whores i got all my money
I just count it on the floor

Don't lie yeah, my bands on me don't lie
Yeah, my bands on me don't lie
Yeah, my bands on me don't lie, hey
Don't lie yeah, my bands on me don't lie
Yeah, my bands on me don't lie
Yeah, my bands on me don't lie, hey
Don't lie yeah, my bands on me don't lie
Yeah, my bands on me don't lie
Yeah, my bands on me don't lie, hey
Don't lie yeah, my bands on me don't lie
Yeah, my bands on me don't lie
Yeah, my bands on me don't lie, hey

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