Paroles Butterfly (Original) par Pi’erre Bourne

I've been lying to myself

Yeah, had to get my guap up, yeah
Higher than your altitude (Yo, Pi'erre, yo, Pi'erre)
n***a with an attitude
Young n***a got booked like room
We was in the hood last summer
I'm on the block with my bros
Block too hot, we go home
Yeah, my VV's, they froze
Icebox, that's home
If a n***a hate he broke, hey, he ain't got no dough
I rock Sossboy, no Chrome, hey, purple hearts, no Chrome
But my ring, yeah, it's Chrome Heart, and Rolling Stone, hey
And diamonds stone, hey, it keep me frozen (Yo, Pi'erre, yo, Pi'erre)
Smoking on purple with my gold Rollie
Smoking on purple, rest in peace Kobe

For real, them n***as can't f**k with me, they lie
Make 'em all pay just like they tithes
I got the bank, no credit line
Run through her mind, no finish line
I got my Rollie, can't waste my time
I'm gon' tax, but it's fine
I got racks, I got mines
Diamonds flash, diamonds shine
Make her thirsty, lemon-lime
When I'm inside, I don't come outside (Yo, Pi'erre)
When I'm inside, give her butterflies (Yo, Pi'erre)
Yeah, she love when I'm inside
Yeah, she love when I'm inside
Give her butterflies inside
Yeah, she love when I'm inside
I ran it up like a scratch-off
You n***as scared with the mask off
Five times, yeah, like the Candyman
Rasta n***a like Beenie Man
These n***as really look up to me
So you will always be under me
I got the buzz like a bumblebee
I'm from the hood where the jungle be
These n***as mad 'cause I'm up now
f**king with me, it's two dubs now (Yo, Pi'erre, yo, Pi'erre)
Used to play Midnight Club: DUB Edition
Want a new car, no key in the ignition
I just be chilling, my chain be chilling
Like George Foreman, these n***as be grilling
When you get money, it hit the ceiling
My n***a Green Goblin, super villain
Trapping my beats, I got rhythm
n***a want beef, but he chicken
Used to work at Zaxby's, stack my chicken
Travis Porter, yeah, I'm different
Black boy, white boy, we the same
I rock Sossboy with my gang
Used to buy my weed from James
That sh*t high, but it was flame
For real, them n***as can't f**k with me, they lie
Make 'em all pay just like they tithes (Yo, Pi'erre, yo, Pi'erre)
I got the bank, no credit line
Run through her mind, no finish line
I got my Rollie, can't waste my time
I'm gon' tax, but it's fine
I got racks, I got mines
Diamonds flash, diamonds shine
Make her thirsty, lemon-lime
When I'm inside, I don't come outside
When I'm inside, give her butterflies
Yeah, she love when I'm inside
Yeah, she love when I'm inside
Give her butterflies inside
Yeah, she love when I'm inside