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Pickle Lyrics - Artist : KYLE
Well, hey there Pickle dude, yeah, my little dude
There's a lot of me that I see in you You like to take my things and throw 'em everywhere When mother isn't here, you're always in my hair You're always breaking stuff, it make a lot of noise And when you start to scream, I get so annoyed When you start screeching it can be a little scary Sounds sorta like a cat that's singing Mariah Carey (Uh) Well who that? Who that? They already knew that That's the homie Pickle, I'm the one he throwing food at Yep, you're really good at throwing fits And when it comes to potatoes it seems like you never miss I get a plate to the face and some milk up in my eyeball I swear you know how to use your bottle like a rifle I know I'm not your dad and I have no problem with crap But I'm a little concerned that Chief Keef is your idol Every time someone plays "That's some stuff I don't like" You be like "Bang," and I'm like "All right" It's really not the music for kids But, um, here Pickle, let's listen to Jaden Smith Well, hey there Pickle dude, yeah, my little dude There's a lot of me that I see in you You like to take my things and throw 'em everywhere When mother isn't here, you're always in my hair You're always breaking stuff, it make a lot of noise And when you start to scream, I get so annoyed Yep, you can make me mad for a while But when I see your face it's impossible not to smile Well, hey, yo mom, I know you've got your show on But if you've got a kid, that kid is more than the Zohan Little guy is crazy, I try not to get him angry 'Cause he foams at the mouth like he's diagnosed with rabies When dealing with Pickle, it's all about survival He's a year and a half and he cusses more than I do He's all about this West West like Fievel He keeps it so G and he doesn't even try to I remember when he took his first little steps A week later he was runnin' out for cigarettes I told him, look chill like what lab is the deal Even though you're evil, little buddy, I love you still Yeah Well, hey there Pickle dude, you're my little dude There's a lot of me that I see in you You like to take my things and throw 'em everywhere When mother isn't here, you're always in my hair You're always breaking stuff, it make a lot of noise And when you start to scream, I get so annoyed Yep, you can make me mad for a while But when I see your face it's impossible not to smile Yeah |
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