"P.I.G.G.Y." lyrics
Lil Darkie, Afourteen & Teenage Disaster Lyrics
[Afourteen:]
Fly piggy, fly [?] how I been
I see a cop yeah won't fine but its fucking dry air
Back in [?] won't fuck, uh
Gonna die checks out on a Monday
Looks in the eyes, yeah he looks for a gunfight
It don't take much to run away from a heart
Skate once and then you run for the door
They gon' let us down, so what was all of this for
The media deaf
You too fucking worried bout' just what the media says
And they don't take your word from me
The fact that you can't attest
No guidance causing suicide and no one's shots are the best
The bullets go through your chest
No more
So get up, get down, rock out, rock the [?]
I don't want to say too much, anymore
But you bet I can
[?] they calling you afraid
And everything sucks, unless you cross me
Might fight
We gon' fucking fight to the very end
Under my [?]
Nobody cares, it's like your lives giving me everything
Everyones scared, their body yet they wanna then suck the dick
Everything builds just tryna see you a [?]
Wait for my spirits they make me wanna kill her
I might give up but somehow that shit it feels
That I knew it I can hear, ah
[Teenage Disaster:]
Bitch you would take all your freedom
[?] you 'til there's nothing left
Shoot back with Gods revolver
Attention you're just a Nascar
[?]
We got the guns so we gotta go loud
Be proud to be in the U.S.A, yeah, yeah
Piggy piggy, come out to play
I got twin Glocks status how I pick my dead cop
You wanna fight, then take my hand
P.I.G.G.Y. you gon' end up with spider bite
[Lil Darkie:]
Yeah, huh, huh, yuh
What if every cop was a bad cop?
Then there would be nothing on the street but fucking crack rock
Stacked up
Bodies in the bags in the backdrop
I might pop a shot at your motherfucking head top
Dead cop
Bullets in the air
Pulling on my hair
Until my head is fucking bare
At the thing, I stare
My freedom on the edge of the knife
I will fucking kill for my life
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Just in your motherfucking gun in my dude, huh
Same guys let Nazi scientists take us all to the moon, uh
Same guys make millions of Indians watch what they do, huh
Same guys that want my information they watch what I do, huh
Fuck that, you don't care about me, you don't care about us
If you had it your way then half of Spider Gang back of the bus, uh
That's why I don't trust, you
That's why I will crush you
I'mma burn every piece him, and that legislation they push through
Bullshit
Pull up to the prison with a full clip
Gotta know what we think I think I'll fill you with bullets
P.I.G.G.Y
We then gotta get your license plate
Grab the gun and pull it, bitch you know that you inside of that
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Fly piggy, fly [?] how I been
I see a cop yeah won't fine but its fucking dry air
Back in [?] won't fuck, uh
Gonna die checks out on a Monday
Looks in the eyes, yeah he looks for a gunfight
It don't take much to run away from a heart
Skate once and then you run for the door
They gon' let us down, so what was all of this for
The media deaf
You too fucking worried bout' just what the media says
And they don't take your word from me
The fact that you can't attest
No guidance causing suicide and no one's shots are the best
The bullets go through your chest
No more
So get up, get down, rock out, rock the [?]
I don't want to say too much, anymore
But you bet I can
[?] they calling you afraid
And everything sucks, unless you cross me
Might fight
We gon' fucking fight to the very end
Under my [?]
Nobody cares, it's like your lives giving me everything
Everyones scared, their body yet they wanna then suck the dick
Everything builds just tryna see you a [?]
Wait for my spirits they make me wanna kill her
I might give up but somehow that shit it feels
That I knew it I can hear, ah
[Teenage Disaster:]
Bitch you would take all your freedom
[?] you 'til there's nothing left
Shoot back with Gods revolver
Attention you're just a Nascar
[?]
We got the guns so we gotta go loud
Be proud to be in the U.S.A, yeah, yeah
Piggy piggy, come out to play
I got twin Glocks status how I pick my dead cop
You wanna fight, then take my hand
P.I.G.G.Y. you gon' end up with spider bite
[Lil Darkie:]
Yeah, huh, huh, yuh
What if every cop was a bad cop?
Then there would be nothing on the street but fucking crack rock
Stacked up
Bodies in the bags in the backdrop
I might pop a shot at your motherfucking head top
Dead cop
Bullets in the air
Pulling on my hair
Until my head is fucking bare
At the thing, I stare
My freedom on the edge of the knife
I will fucking kill for my life
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Just in your motherfucking gun in my dude, huh
Same guys let Nazi scientists take us all to the moon, uh
Same guys make millions of Indians watch what they do, huh
Same guys that want my information they watch what I do, huh
Fuck that, you don't care about me, you don't care about us
If you had it your way then half of Spider Gang back of the bus, uh
That's why I don't trust, you
That's why I will crush you
I'mma burn every piece him, and that legislation they push through
Bullshit
Pull up to the prison with a full clip
Gotta know what we think I think I'll fill you with bullets
P.I.G.G.Y
We then gotta get your license plate
Grab the gun and pull it, bitch you know that you inside of that
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