Sweet Potatoe Pie Lyrics

It's like this:

I'm that guy, you're so fly,

Gotta get a piece of that sweet potato pie

I'm that guy, you're so fly,

Gotta get a piece of that sweet potato pie

First Verse:

Now the way of today with the homies is straight,

Gettin' f*cked up off the dank, CHRONIC,

Bud, What, ever you wanna call it,

It's peace to you f*ckin' alcoholics, for,

Makin' the proper remedy,

Cuz when I hit it, bitches envy me,

You say you want wine?Yeah I guess that's fine,

But thai is the sky when you talkin' about mass,

Now my thai got a friend named Gin,

Got me all straight now my dick won't bend,

Now I'm f*cked for the rest of the night,

Unless I find a piece of ass whether it's loose or
tight,

Now looka here looka here I done found a bitch,

Yummy for the dick, Jelly mix in the switch,

Save that shit cuz I don't wanna be your man,

Just need a little loosin', do you understand?

Chorus:

My mind's f*cked up off chocolate thai,

Hit the gin shop now I'm so high,

Now I need a bitch that's proper and fly,

So break me off a piece of that sweet potato pie(2x)

Second Verse:

Thinkin' about what I'm gonna do today,

Party at my homies bout eight,

I thought about goin' to the movies, But ain't nothin' like a bunch of proper ass hoochies,

Dressed like a player can't wear nothin' less,

Some simple ass shit, even if it ain't Guess,

Hit a couple of shots and now I roll to the spot,

Bitches straight peepin' wanna know what I got, well,

One, two, three, Here comes the D,

Pass me the rotor....WHEW WEE!!!!

And now I'm ready for you bitches,

So gang a dick licker, do you get the picture?

And so much love for y'all gals,

And peace, love, and p*ssy to my muthaf*ckin' pals,

And ay, yai, yai, I'ma stay high,

And keep me a piece of that sweet potato pie

Chorus

Third Verse:

The fellas wanna have a barbeque tonight, I think it's
on about five,

They say it's gonna have plenty dazzey duks, and Les
says it's gonna be live,

So I'ma gonna grab me a plate of soup, cuz ain't not a
damn thing changed,

And now I'm proper when fly and shit, but man do I feel
strange,

So I'ma go down to the liquor store, and find my friend
named Gin,

And go to the girl with the flyest thai, and break her
off a proper twin,

And now it's time to make some shit, and look for the
proper niece,

And run a little game on the P.Y.G., and tell it to her
somethin' like this:

Chorus (2.5x)

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