Letras
Pickle, pickle, life ain't simple
Girls play me, yeah they play me like a fiddle, ahhh
Poppin' slurps on a Tuesday
Lord why'd you have to choose me
Stuck in the slums, veggies on my right so you, so you better run
We in the towers straight tilted
Rent due, pocket's empty, straight wilted
And my rents went away
Stuck behind bars, will they see another day
Yeah, this the life of a pickle
Greasy grove fries, flippin' burgs on the griddle, ahhh
This the life, this the life
Wooooo
This the life of a pickle, yeah
This the life, this the life
Wooooo
This the life of a pickle, yeah
P-p-p-p-pickle
P-p-p-p-pickle
Ain't no riddle
Girls play me, yeah, they play me like a fiddle, ahhh
Chug jugs on a Tuesday
Think it got my eyes lookin' goofy
Thank the bus driver on the way out
Told mama, I'ma find a way out