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pi'erre bourne - coming to america lyrics

[verse 1]
i learned how to rap on dem block
i learned how to dip from the cops on dem block
my nig got a brace on his sock
they stoppin’ and friskin’ and movin’ and so suplex so we don’t ever have to stop
jamaican boomin’ cross the boat, anchor
laundromat, i made all my payments
stupid pack, strawberry kush
uncle told me get a double dutch
i’m high as f-ck on the top rope
yeah im tight, dope
on a tight schedule
f-cked her then i schedule another time
k!lled the p-ssy, that’s another crime
n-gga can’t really f-ck with my grind
sing to your b-tch and she’s mine
i don’t even sing, i ain’t lyin’
pinocchio,it’s been a long time
since a n-gga laid in the bed
miami beach, i was getting some head
living life, i was blowing some bread
i ain’t even f-ckin’ dead yet
ice cube, it was all cool
i coulda been n-gga wit att-tude
i was stoned like a statue
getting box like i’m bandicoot

[chorus]
my mom move here in the 60’s (yeah)
coming to america sent me (sent me)
uncle moved crack in the 80’s (yeah)
got deported in the 90’s (yeah)
then my momma she made me (yeah)
gave birth to the greatest (yeah)
queens in the south raised me (yeah)
goat n-gga, f-ck you sayin’? (yeah)
my mom move here in the 60’s (yeah)
coming to america sent me (sent me)
uncle moved crack in the 80’s (yeah)
got deported in the 90’s (yeah)
then my momma she made me (yeah)
gave birth to the greatest (yeah)
queens in the south raised me (yeah)
goat n-gga, f-ck you sayin’? (yeah)

[verse 2]
paramount pictures, life’s a movie
i can’t burn no bridges, i’m no arson
stupid
she just wanna be a part of all my movies
getting mixy, yeah she’s getting litty
if you come wit me, better get some kitty
ain’t no kidding, disney
mcguire, lizzie
i just uber’d everywhere
(?)
smoke till i’m dizzy
till the roach fall out my hand, it’s empty
i can’t keep (up) with all you n-ggas i’m busy
i’m not pet-te, y’all just too
monkey see, do n-gga
ooh ooh, got the juice n-gga
(?) ain’t stayin, gotta pay fam
n-ggas mad that i’m doing great, man?
no frosted flakes, i eat state for breakfast
with a knife like i’m 21 savage
shoutout pde, yup that’s my family
me and nudy takin’ over atlanta
all the trap n-ggas like dammit
all y’all rap n-ggas like dammit!
slept in my truck for this, pillows and covers
i had to get comfortable
i put it all in the trunk when she wanna f-ck
teleprompter, yeah she know i was comin’ up
(hook)

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