Marie Curie

Текст песни Pi'erre Bourne - Marie Curie

Yo Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?
Get ready!
Ooh, ooh, yeah
Ha, she gon' be mine
Congratulations

She want me, I'm so fly (so fly, woah)
Get your bitch with me, now she high (now she high), hey
Hit that bitch, yeah, from the side (from the side), ayy
Hit that lil' bitch from the side (from the side), ayy
Now she wanna be mine (be mine), ayy
Now your bitch wanna be valentine (valentine), ayy
I can't fall in love, I'm a slime (I'm a slime), ayy
I'ma take your heart every time (every time)

Don't lie
Yeah, my bands on me don't lie
Yeah, my bands on me don't lie
Yeah, my bands on me don't lie, hey
Don't lie
Yeah, my bands on me don't lie
Yeah, my bands on me don't lie
Yeah, my bands on me don't lie, hey

Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Ain't no fuckin' with P no more
I ain't fuckin' on you no more
I ain't in love with you no more
Yeah, see, I ain't got time for them games no more
Fuck with me, you'll get rich more
Bitch, I'm Kanye, is that Ralph Lauren?
Yeah, just a Blac Youngsta fuckin' on these lil' whores
I got all my money, I just count it on the floor

Don't lie
Yeah, my bands on me don't lie
Yeah, my bands on me don't lie
Yeah, my bands on me don't lie, hey
Don't lie
Yeah, my bands on me don't lie
Yeah, my bands on me don't lie
Yeah, my bands on me don't lie, hey

Money real, fuck how you feel
I could pay your bills, yeah, but, girl, you ain't my bitch, ayy
She can't keep her lips sealed, she run her mouth again, ayy
She want me to fly her out but I don't do that shit, ayy
I can't get attached 'cause she ain't get me rich, ayy
Cut these hoes off every day with my scissors, yeah
Met this ho the other day then I hit her, ayy
Bitch with bands, see what she say? She straight trippin', yeah, yeah

Don't lie
Yeah, my bands on me don't lie
Yeah, my bands on me don't lie
Yeah, my bands on me don't lie, hey
Don't lie
Yeah, my bands on me don't lie
Yeah, my bands on me don't lie
Yeah, my bands on me don't lie, hey

Hol' up
Man, I'm livin' like a motherfucker, hol' up
Hit that bitch, ran out of rubbers, hol' up
Yeah, she sayin' that she tryna love me, hol' up
Hey!

Don't lie
Yeah, my bands on me don't lie
Yeah, my bands on me don't lie
Yeah, my bands on me don't lie, hey
Don't lie
Yeah, my bands on me don't lie
Yeah, my bands on me don't lie
Yeah, my bands on me don't lie, hey

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