Pipe Down

Only you wanna spin around
You on the [?] to just blow uptown
You wanna ice somethin' till you drown (pipe down)
You racing 'round with 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, dip out 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

[?] Caught up with the left eye
I want my chicken with the Popeye
They try to tell you it's supersize
Don't fear the side effects until you die
They try to paint you like that bad guy
Look in the mirror now I'm Michael Myers
[?] till you're fuckin' tired
I think I still, I think I still, I think, I think it's

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 the designer set
On your lady gaga
[?] After me, they say you hot now
Baby, I been wantin' to see, they say you hot now
Baby, now they want you to speak, you know these niggas so [?], he wanna kiss on your feet
To each his own now
I wanna be the hit boy who walk around in designer shoes
Walk it out like I don't know dudes
[?], Yeah
I don't [?], 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 spicy