Pipe Down Lyrics

You only get one spin around
You on that big fish in small town
You wanna ice up until you drown (Pipe down)
You racing 'round for that triple crown
I'm with a British bitch in London town
I'm with the Brits, spendin' London pound
I'll spend it all, just 'bout every ounce
What's the conversion? I need it all, I need, I need to

Pipe down
Just pipe down
If you listen, you can hear your heart pound
Heart pound
Pipe down
Just pipe down
If you listen, you can hear your heart pound
Heart pound

I had a collar with a neck tie
I want my chicken with a pot pie
They try to tell you to supersize
Don't feel the side effects until you die
They try to play you like the bad guy
Look in the mirror, now I'm Michael Myers
They run you down until you pop a tire
I think it's still I think it's still, I think it, I think it

Pipe down
Just pipe down
If you listen, you can hear your heart pound
Heart pound
Pipe down
Just pipe down
If you listen, you can hear your heart pound
Heart pound

Girl, you my spicy little tikka masala
Got a dollar to your name and you spend it on me
This shit is free
You should style at the Met Gala
In a diamond dress, impressin' the paps with a designer set
On your Lady Gaga, bitch, got the meat, they say you hot now
Baby and they wantin' your seat, they say you hot now
Baby, now they want you to speak, you know these niggas so snobby
Wanna kiss on your feet
To each his own now
I wanna be that it boy who rockin' out in designer shoes
Rock it out like I don't know dues
Rock it out with a pound or two, yeah
I don't really, yeah, I don't really miss it, oh, yeah

Pipe down
Just pipe down
If you listen, you can hear your heart pound
Heart pound
Pipe down
Just pipe down
If you listen, you can hear your heart pound
Heart pound

Girl, you my s—