Polo G, Scorey - Pillow Talk (Pillsbury Doughboy) lyrics
Polo G [Taurus Tremani Bartlett] Chicago, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Polo G, Scorey - Pillow Talk Pillsbury Doughboy lyrics]
Pipe that shit up, TnT tahj Money
Pillsbury Doughboy, baby, I'm a bread maker
A lot of dead presidents
A couple dead haters
Was posted tryna run it up
Before the feds take us
I'm with some niggas who demonic
They some Hellraiser's
Roll with some rastas, they love choppers
They some dread shakers he pillow talk
Then he might gossip to interrogators
I just copped the brand-new 40
With the red laser
It's gon' get ugly when I'm
Suitin' up likе Craig Sager
Picked up some drip from ovеrseas
For my designer fetish
From robberies to shoppin' sprees
We was young and desperate
I'd rather get it off the
Block than work a nine-to-seven
I'm chasin' cake until it kill
Me like I'm diabetic
These hot shells like a voice mail
They leave a message
But that won't get bro out the ground
I had to accept it
Wish I could talk to all my dawgs
Like send a sign from Heaven
Future Hall of Fame, then he the GOAT, yeah
He gon' die a legend lavish lifestyle
Make sure I hit the baddest broads
If he don't practice what he preachin'
Then his ass a fraud
Back against the wall like
"Fuck the world" and all I had was God
Come from the struggle, bitch
We had it hard, uh
Pillsbury Doughboy, baby, I'm a bread maker
A lot of dead presidents
A couple dead haters
Was posted tryna run it up
Before the feds take us
I'm with some niggas who demonic
They some Hellraiser's
Roll with some rastas, they love choppers
They some dread shakers he pillow talk
Then he might gossip to interrogators
I just copped the brand-new 40
With the red laser
It's gon' get ugly when I'm
Suitin' up like Craig Sager
Straight of off coolers
But them Rugers left them soldiers killed
Now I'm in Calabasas, smokin'
Spinnin' Rover wheels
They took his mans and now he heartless
How he 'posed to feel
Slide on the street, we seven deep
We tryna overkill i was in them streets
I kept my heat like how that toaster feel
I can't tell my demons, "Keep the peace
" because they 'posed to kill
Late night, Call of Duty, it get spooky
We was bangin' please don't speak on Zuly
With that toolie he was dangerous
We was fuckin' bitches in my room, yeah
That was gang shit
Now we stuffin' hollows in that Uzi
Tryna change shit
Twisy re-arrange shit, hit 'em
Leave 'em brainless he gon' let it bark
Don't give a fuck about surveillance
Pillsbury Doughboy, baby, I'm a bread maker
A lot of dead presidents
A couple dead haters
Was posted tryna run it up
Before the feds take us
I'm with some niggas who demonic
They some Hellraiser's
Roll with some rastas, they love choppers
They some dread shakers he pillow talk
Then he might gossip to interrogators
I just copped the brand-new 40
With the red laser
It's gon' get ugly when I'm
Suitin' up like Craig Sager
Pillsbury Doughboy, baby, I'm a bread maker
A lot of dead presidents
A couple dead haters
Was posted tryna run it up
Before the feds take us
I'm with some niggas who demonic
They some Hellraiser's
Roll with some rastas, they love choppers
They some dread shakers he pillow talk
Then he might gossip to interrogators
I just copped the brand-new 40
With the red laser
It's gon' get ugly when I'm
Suitin' up likе Craig Sager
Picked up some drip from ovеrseas
For my designer fetish
From robberies to shoppin' sprees
We was young and desperate
I'd rather get it off the
Block than work a nine-to-seven
I'm chasin' cake until it kill
Me like I'm diabetic
These hot shells like a voice mail
They leave a message
But that won't get bro out the ground
I had to accept it
Wish I could talk to all my dawgs
Like send a sign from Heaven
Future Hall of Fame, then he the GOAT, yeah
He gon' die a legend lavish lifestyle
Make sure I hit the baddest broads
If he don't practice what he preachin'
Then his ass a fraud
Back against the wall like
"Fuck the world" and all I had was God
Come from the struggle, bitch
We had it hard, uh
Pillsbury Doughboy, baby, I'm a bread maker
A lot of dead presidents
A couple dead haters
Was posted tryna run it up
Before the feds take us
I'm with some niggas who demonic
They some Hellraiser's
Roll with some rastas, they love choppers
They some dread shakers he pillow talk
Then he might gossip to interrogators
I just copped the brand-new 40
With the red laser
It's gon' get ugly when I'm
Suitin' up like Craig Sager
Straight of off coolers
But them Rugers left them soldiers killed
Now I'm in Calabasas, smokin'
Spinnin' Rover wheels
They took his mans and now he heartless
How he 'posed to feel
Slide on the street, we seven deep
We tryna overkill i was in them streets
I kept my heat like how that toaster feel
I can't tell my demons, "Keep the peace
" because they 'posed to kill
Late night, Call of Duty, it get spooky
We was bangin' please don't speak on Zuly
With that toolie he was dangerous
We was fuckin' bitches in my room, yeah
That was gang shit
Now we stuffin' hollows in that Uzi
Tryna change shit
Twisy re-arrange shit, hit 'em
Leave 'em brainless he gon' let it bark
Don't give a fuck about surveillance
Pillsbury Doughboy, baby, I'm a bread maker
A lot of dead presidents
A couple dead haters
Was posted tryna run it up
Before the feds take us
I'm with some niggas who demonic
They some Hellraiser's
Roll with some rastas, they love choppers
They some dread shakers he pillow talk
Then he might gossip to interrogators
I just copped the brand-new 40
With the red laser
It's gon' get ugly when I'm
Suitin' up like Craig Sager