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(album: Songs To Yeet At The Sun - 2020)

[Pierce Jordan:]
I don't get these niggas saying that they looking for love
If you out here catching feelings, cool, but I'm backing up
I'm just playing but a nigga know what he dreaming of
Nigga that's cheeks, free them like Meek, I need them on me, whassup?

I need that ass, nigga, ain't no other way to get the point across
You can skip me and grip that loss but my stroke better than Bob Ross
I need that ass, baby, let me beat both at night and in the morning
Sunrise nut is so important and your stank ass breath done made me horny

[Archangel:]
The nigga in me is me
Songs To Yeet, Soul Glo 3 peat
Lasting this long, shit's a feat
It's much harder when you wanna do it properly

Nigga, I'm a plug for the scene
Pop out with the PGW, know I mean?
Pop out with a stinky pocket for quick cheese
Make a fast 40 around the corner, my nigga, please
Archangel

Doing estrogen in the back of a Chick-Fil-A
Ain't know the weather but I know I want some dick today
She ask me how I shake it and I told her automatic
Then he broke my back, call that stroke chiropractic
Black superhero hair twist, bitch, I'm Static
Slap a politician, now he say he democratic
Uh, shock to your head and your system
Don't it shine? Don't it glisten?
Evil laugh I'm a villain
Hahahahahahahaha

My mans Moneynicca ate some ass in a cornfield
Or was it pumpkins? Fuck it, dog, it's the same deal
Told this nigga how I got my whole damn life changed
Fucked in a Trader Joe's and gave my nigga good brain
They asked me who to choke and I said yours truly
Always keep it strapped and I ain't talking bout a toolie
Bitch, I'm 23, take 11, I put 12 in a tree
Lynch mob shit, bitch I'm cra

[Pierce Jordan:]
You ever fuck in the back of a U-Haul
In the early fall, Super Smash Brothers Brawl?
I beat it up, back shots and all
Making shordy have to crawl to the window to the wall
I need that mothafucking ass, nigga
I'll make our stranger status something of the past, nigga
I ain't afraid of the taste of the crack, nigga
I'll show you everyone you fucked is fucking wack, nigga
I need the mothafucking ass, shordy
I'll make you wonder if a nigga took a class, shordy
I'll leave you feeling like a bath with some hash, shordy
You'll hit your ex just to tell them they was trash, shordy

My nigga Angel with a foot on every neck
Her ride wait outside while she making niggas beg
She told me she got bopped off in a gift shop
And I ain't seen nobody look as good in a crop top
You could say she gave Richmond Ice Cream
You could say she obsessed with a pipe dream
You could say she obsessed with a pipe dream
And we both obsessed with that pipe dream
And we both obsessed with that pipe...