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Pitstop (Germany / Baggage Claim) - Pi'erre Bourne
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Pitstop (Germany / Baggage Claim) Pi'erre Bourne

Pitstop (Germany / Baggage Claim) - Pi'erre Bourne
[Intro]
Yo, Pi’erre, yo, Pi’erre

[Verse]
It's me against these niggas
I brought my family with me, and they can't stand a nigga, yeah
Pitstop with the money on
On my way to better things, I got racks of veteran
Hit a ten, they let me in
Got that bag, I took a trip
Then I dip on them niggas like I packed up all my shit
Call my dawg, like dawg, I quit
Purple room, sizzle boom, spiff, real nigga shit
Swear I never had shit
Niggas mad I'm mad rich
I get bag, like baggage claim
That's a lot of bags I've seen
That's a lot of bags I clean
That's a lot of cash I've made
Niggas cap, they all the same
I know they know, ayе
But what I told ya, aye
I put my heart in shit, y'all niggas be playing around, this ain't no ho
Can't do thе game like that, y'all crashing out, no thanks, that's free promo
Ain't nobody trying, they got us, why I say it's a cycle, yeah it's a cycle
You ain't gotta read a Bible to see this genocide
'Nother one before our eyes, damn (yo, Pierre, yo, Pierre)
Yeah, if I had 5 kids, black man, 3 out of 5 will be incarcerated before they 35, damn
Yeah, and everyday a nigga be [?] this year to show ‘em we’ll survive, damn
Fucked up when that young nigga died, like damn
Yeah, they don’t know we added to what they want
Less niggas were out, wipin’ us out, stackin’ my money it’s hard to keep count
Everyday, yeah, it’s new money, I got powder blue, money
I’ma standup guy, but, I swear these niggas man they too funny
Niggas make-believe, but I got all this true money
Like it’s True Religion, so much money in my denim, yeah
Yeah, they jack my style like Travis, boy
Nigga don’t want no static, boy
I got Pikachu, and my bitch electrocute
And she look like Betty Boop
And I’m from New York, in the dirty too
Swear I got ties, like I wear a suit
Yeah, I get so high, need a parachute
These ho’s talk, parakeet, got a come in every week
Bitch, I’m from thirty-three, Farmer’s, yeah, you heard this street
There’s no devise, hella beef, that’s why I stay away
Niggas talkin’ crazy, took your chain
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