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lilcockpump - pigs lyrics

[chorus: lilc+ckpump]
pigs, pigs, pigs, pigs
pigs, pigs, pigs, pigs
pigs, pigs, pigs, pigs
pigs, pigs, pigs, pigs

[post+chorus: lilc+ckpump]
b+tch, i play the pigs, f+ck what you said
you can’t play no pigs you ain’t livin’, you is dead
you a fake pig play
i’m a f+ckin’ real play
do this sh+t all day
i can play the pigs for days

[verse 1: lilc+ckpump]
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 f+ckin’ man
i do this sh+t, 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 sp+ce
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
[chorus: lilc+ckpump]
pigs, pigs, pigs, pigs
pigs, pigs, pigs, pigs
pigs, pigs, pigs, pigs
pigs, pigs, pigs, pigs

[post+chorus: lilc+ckpump]
b+tch, i play the pigs, f+ck what you said
you can’t play no pigs you ain’t livin’, you is dead
you a fake pig play
i’m a f+ckin’ real play
do this sh+t all day
i can play the pigs for days

[verse 2: london yellow]
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 f+ckin’ neck into the ground until i shut up
n+gga, i’ma cut up
doin’ dumb sh+t ’til i get that f+ckin’ bread and the b+tter
n+ggas call me “n+ggers”
whites call me “brotha”
i don’t know no asians, but i’ll f+ck your asian mother
my whole d+mn career is a pig shaped pinata filled with maggots and bad words like “f+ck,” “n+gga,” “ass” and “f+ggot”
any other way, probably wouldn’t wanna have it
y’all be signing souls to labels, i be doing n+gga magic
[pre+chorus: lilc+ckpump]
b+tch, i play the pigs, f+ck what you said
you can’t play no pigs you ain’t livin’, you is dead
you a fake pig play
i’m a f+ckin’ real play
do this sh+t all day
i can play the pigs for days

[chorus: lilc+ckpump]
pigs, pigs, pigs, pigs
pigs, pigs, pigs, pigs
pigs, pigs, pigs, pigs
pigs, pigs, pigs, pigs

[verse 3: lilc+ckpump]
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 sh+t 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?
[outro: london yellow & lilc+ckpump]
yo’, f+ck you pigs
i love pigs, though, they’re squishy
and i don’t really eat pork chops, but sometimes you just gotta say “f+ck what i don’t do” and do it, you know, i don’t f+ckin’ know
is that motivational?
pigs, pigs
pigs, pigs, pigs

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