Correction Lyrics Where You Been At by Peso Peso

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(G Major Got Beats)
Yeah
Peso Peso, Hardest Ese Eva
Hardest Mexican breathing
You know? Yeah

They like, "Peso, where you been at?" (Where?)
I been getting money, lil' n***a, where you been at? (Huh?)
Yeah, play with the Sauce and get kidnapped (Yeah)
You ain't tryna shoot up in the club, give me my blick back (Yeah)
They like, "Peso, where you been at?" (Where?)
I been getting money, lil' n***a, where you been at? (Peso Peso)
Yeah, play with the Sauce and get kidnapped (Blatt)
You ain't tryna shoot up in the club, give me my blick back (Yeah)

Don't p*ss me off 'cause I'll strangle a n***a
I see a demon every time I look at my face in the mirror
I ran that money up and now they wanna hate on a n***a
And you'll get kicked up out my car if you don't bang for a n***a
But if I ain't had no ride, would you walk with me?
I got two hundred thousand on me, n***a, all fifties
It don't matter where I go, best believe I got that spark with me
And I'm a gangster, so you need to look me eye to eye every time you talk to me (Yeah)
Yeah (Peso), I'm on some more sh*t
I'm on some find out where he stay and kick his door sh*t
He probably got the biggest gun, but he won't blow sh*t
Told my brother, "Shoot me in the face if I'm on some ho sh*t" (Peso Peso)
They like, "Peso, where you been at?" (Where?)
I been getting money, lil' n***a, where you been at? (Huh?)
Yeah, play with the Sauce and get kidnapped (Yeah)
You ain't tryna shoot up in the club, give me my blick back (Yeah)
They like, "Peso, where you been at?" (Where?)
I been getting money, lil' n***a, where you been at? (Peso Peso)
Yeah, play with the Sauce and get kidnapped (Blatt)
You ain't tryna shoot up in the club, give me my blick back (Yeah)

Yeah, ayy, I got these hoes waiting
He say he wanna rob me, so I sent that boy my location
Hit my runner like, " I need my money now, I ain't got no patience"
They always be running off with your money, sh*t, I guess you be donating (Charity)
Yeah, I'm serving fiends like a food truck
This b*t*h acting like a faggot, she done f**ked my whole mood up
I swear that nod be feeling good every time I pour that juice up
I tell the police, "Why you taking me to jail? I ain't do nothing"
I can bust down a brick and I know how to cook up
All them bullets that I dodged, I thank God when I look up
Me and my n***as walk up in the building and we got 'em shook up
Dropped my b*t*h off at the airport with the bands, I told her, "Good luck" (Peso Peso)

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