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Pretty Willie » Lil Piggy
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	(Pretty Willie talking:) Yea! I know y'all remember this one Y'all remember when this little piggy went to the market Well check this out, this little piggy here, he make money And he eat shrimp and steak, how you lovin' that shh. Come on, come on (Chorus: x2) This little piggy got money money Y'all little piggies got none This little piggy eat shrimp and steak While them other little piggies want some This little piggy got money money Y'all little piggies got none This little piggy eat shrimp and steak While them other little piggies want some (Verse 1:) Straight out to pimp some real, dawg Child, just go admit it My style you love to hear it My song you go and get it but This little piggys on the market (market) I'm tellin' y'all, y'all don't wanna mess with me Cause I did went from way low, to way up, so what the I'm the same man, no matter what (ha) But I hate to see them phonies but now they all up on me For the hell we all are is lonely (Chorus x2) (Verse 2:) This little piggy, piggy Can't mess with the style Gotta give it all that I got I'm that new cat, highly anticipated But the rated didn't hate it, no time for fakin' A dued album done and did it, St. Louis baby Gucci, cars, rims, and clothes Superbowls and gold, everybody gon' know My city be stayin' real You already know the deal Most of my reallas chill We prefer to keep it real, I'm the Will So act like you know it, when you see me Ridin' bumpin' my CD Learnin' to love my city We greedy indeedy, speedy to the scene of the drama Makin' bustas pause like commas Some kind'a designers See I'm gunna put it on my momma Keep a pretty boy persona Probably sell more records than Madona, but dawg I hate to see them phonies but now they all up on me For the hell we all are is lonely (Chorus x2) (Verse 3:) Straight out to pimp some real, dawg Superbowls and gold Everybody gon' know Y'all don't wanna mess with me I'm the Will (Chorus x4)
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