Violette

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Pi’erre Bourne - Rap, Pop Rap

Violette

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[Intro] You should just come here You already in my place Goin' through so much Can we go to space? Did a show in space Wait, like, "Oh, I'm late" Goin' through so much (Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?) Can we go to space? [Chorus] You should just come here It's more space when we land Ain't gotta hide your truth You already in my place I been goin' through so much (Goin' through so much shit), damn I been goin' through so much, she like, "Can we go to space?" Had a dream I looked like Zenon and I did a show in space Had to wake up, "Oh, I'm late," shit wasn't real anyway I been goin' through so much (Goin' through so much shit), damn I been goin' through so much, she like, "Can we go to space?" (Yeah, yeah) [Verse 1] These hoes tryna break my pockets I can't fold for no profit Switchin' my ho like the topic She glued to my cheese like a topping She want a baby, I'm poppin' I went to school with Jess and we partners (Ayy) Ballin' in New York like Toppin My bitch hair purple like Futurama Nigga don't want no smoke or drama Tryna get a crib for my mama 8 a.m., ho, gotta see my grandma Hood awards on so many landmines Who wanna be a millionaire? Nigga, I'm your landline Tryna put my lil' nigga in the air, he throwin' up gang signs Realized I can't change mine I'm still me at the same time Somebody heard through the grapevine You surprised these niggas be rattin' Man, these niggas on Jake-time Bitch, I'm tryna say Drake time Niggas is Clarence on 8 Mile Niggas be like, "I owe you," huh, bitch, I hate vowels I just love blue, let the money talk, huh We 'bout the same vibes, huh She say that I'm selfish, yeah, I'm sending her PayPal Huh, I'm sending her PayPal Huh, she can't hate me now, damn [Chorus] You should just come here It's more space when we land Ain't gotta hide your truth You already in my place I been goin' through so much (Goin' through so much shit), damn I been goin' through so much, she like, "Can we go to space?" Had a dream I looked like Zenon and I did a show in space Had to wake up, "Oh, I'm late," shit wasn't real anyway I been goin' through so much (Goin' through so much shit), damn I been goin' through so much, she like, "Can we go to space?" (Yeah, yeah) [Verse 2] Boy, I'm spending money on accident, I'll fuck a check up Niggas ain't got more cheese than me (Uh-huh), got mozzarella She left one Louboutin with me like Cinderella She gotta kiss the frog again, her nigga look like Shrek, bruh And if she pulling up on me, she leavin' on a stretcher I stretch her like Doctor Fantastic, Reed Richards Yeah, I wish I could do magic (Damn), and be with you I'd do it all again just to ball with my niggas Wish heaven was on Earth, just wanna float away It's hot as hell I don't want to burn, swear all I do is pray I talk to God 'bout what I earned, hope he don't take away These niggas plottin' on what you earned, gotta stay out the way These bitches fine but these bitches burnin', call her Dirty Flame She wanna have my baby boy, I can't diaper change I'd rather stack that money, hold it all together, Rock-a-Bye, Baby Fuck her good, now she think we go together, I'm like, "Goodbye, baby" [Chorus] You should just come here It's more space when we land Ain't gotta hide your truth You already in my place I been goin' through so much (Goin' through so much shit), damn I been goin' through so much, she like, "Can we go to space?" Had a dream I looked like Zenon and I did a show in space Had to wake up, "Oh, I'm late," shit wasn't real anyway I been goin' through so much (Goin' through so much shit), damn I been goin' through so much, she like, "Can we go to space?" (Yeah, yeah) [Outro] Goin' through so much Can we go to space? Goin' through so much Can we go to space? Goin' through so much Just, can we go to space? Just goin' through so much Can we go to space?

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  • Pi’erre Bourne