[Lyric] Key Lime Pie (TZB & CUTTHROAT Musik)

[Produced by Rosegold Beats]

[Verse 1: TZB]
Wakin’ up to them east coast sunsets
Long nights, but the days be short lived 
The Miami streets be so lit 
In the Sunshine State, we too cold, nigga
Made a dark hoe wet, that’s a silhouette
I run through a bitch like she don’t exist 
I’m the only real nigga like a solipsist
Niggas counterfeit my style if it kinda fit
They sound like my sons when they doing this
Big Daddy, yeah, I taught them boys how to spit
No homo, I’ll wreck this
I just lit fire, now it’s hectic 
Them niggas who failed can’t accept it
They got shitty pipe dreams, call that septic
My vеgan bitch anorexic
But she still gon’ suck dick
They know I’m thе bomb like a Syrian 
And CUTTHROAT met all the criterion
You see the king shit we on?
First name mean ‘crown’, Ima need a throne
Shakespearean flows in these written poems
Got that shit around my neck looking really dumb
Cultural appropriation when they dealing dope
They gon’ turn that Aguilera to a Milian, uh
[Chorus: TZB]
Key Lime Pie
I need a Miami bitch with that Key Lime Pie
Fucking all the Haitian women, I’m Creole now
My Latin hoe pull stings like a viola, uh
Key Lime Pie, me oh my
I need a Miami bitch with that Key Lime Pie, uh
Key Lime Pie, me oh my
When she bring me the pie, I put the cream on top, uh

[Verse 2: CUTTHROAT]
Put the cream on top 
She like me ‘cause I'm the cream of the crop 
I been gettin’ money, baby, I been gettin’ gwap
I been gettin’ money, baby, I been gettin’ gwap
It's hard for me to stop, I don't think I can quit this 
Lifestyle that I live so relentless
And I come down in that Texas, baby
I was just fucked up ‘cause I'm a Texas baby 
Ima third coast representer 
And You know we getting money over here, baby girl, so we 
Take shots to our liver 
And we drink so much and we party so much, and we go hard in the game 
I done went hard in the game 
For the past five years, every verse, every hook 
That's why they know my name
I been doin’ my thing, yeah, for real though 
All these niggas mad ‘cause a nigga kill flows 
Why you mad at me, why you mad though?
Why you mad at me, why you mad for?
I be smokin’ on that Key Lime Pie
I be gettin’ to the money, oh my 
What a wonderful feeling, baby, you know that I got it on me 
While I ride in a Mercedes Benz, all white like muhfuckin’ eggs, yeah
And I'm headed to the money all day 
Young nigga be gettin’ that check 
Yeah, I be gettin’ that check 
I be goin’ hard, Key Lime Pie, Ima flex
‘Cause a nigga smokin’ on the best 
Smokin’ on that Key Lime Pie every time I ride
If she bad, she can hop in the ride 
We gon’ smoke on Key Lime Pie
If she bad, she can hop in the ride 
We gon’ smoke on Key Lime Pie
And that’s all day n all night 
You know I got it, baby, I'm the plug
You know I got it, baby, I'm the plug
(Yeah, I'm the one)
[Chorus: TZB]
Key Lime Pie
I need a Miami bitch with that Key Lime Pie
Fucking all the Haitian women, I’m Creole now
My Latin hoe pull stings like a viola, uh
Key Lime Pie, me oh my
I need a Miami bitch with that Key Lime Pie, uh
Key Lime Pie, me oh my
When she bring me the pie, I put the cream on top, uh