Correction Paroles 38 freestyle par Peso Peso

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Let no n***a play me like I'm pu**y (Cutta, we rich, hee-hee)
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Uh, I can't let no n***a play me like I'm pu**y
I pull up hoppin' out the straight (Hoppin' out the straight), hold the hand, that sh*t get took (What else?)
B*t*h, we get straight to the business (Straight to the business), had Ks layin' in your bushes
F**k I look like fussin' out? (Boom) I bounce out with this fully (Bounce out with this fussy, boom, boom, boom)
I bounce out that switchy
Uh, hit his bro, then hit 'em up, like, "F**k n***a, we did it" (Ha)
Ain't finna mention, we get busy
Wan' talk on Twitter, where your blicky?
I f**k with Nardo, we get wicked
Play, I up fire on 'em, get to click it (Fire, fire)
Lil' bro like to dump the clip, then flip it (Fire)
Blow the fire, the clip extended
Slide the door back, get to hittin' (Come on)
I'ma blow that (Exact), I'm out my top, I'm tryna catch a fitted
F**k the other side (Skrrt), we step on 'em like doormats for a livin' (Boom, boom, uh, boom, boom, boom)
Lil' bruh got the drop, he say he finna suit up and go spin it (Blatt, blatt, come on, blatt)
I f**k this cash up 'cause I get it
You catch his a**, step his a**, make a Zelle, I send it
Mama pray for me, I'm sinnin'
Wocky-cky what I'm sippin' (Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock')
When she eat me, it get sticky
Yeah, we throw the fours and crack the fours, f**k who get offended (Like, f**k it, bro)
Lil' bro hit the road, then snatch a load, he on a mission (Trap)
Tap his head, we wipe his nose, we don't do attemptive (Blatt, nah)
F**k the nat, I smash the ho, then pa** her to the Bentleys (Gang, ha)
Beat his block, whack his bros, we won't leave a witness (Uh-uh)
We won't leave a clue, no, we won't leave a trace (No trace)
My lil' n***a dirty waist, he like to walk down with that .38 (Come here)
Ayy, f**k n***a play, he lay, don't give me thirty-eight (Don't give me thirty-eight)
They would've thought I was 21 how I keep a dirty K (I keep the dirty K)
Ain't finna back to back on that 'Gram, I catch a murder case (Come on)
Kick her out the V if she say she ain't heard of Zay ('Cause you ain't heard of who?)
I'm loaded, floatin' off them pills, I'm on my third today (On my third today, ha)
Sh*t give me chills when I think about racks, I don't know what to say (I don't know what to say)
Uh, sh*t give me chills when I think about all this sh*t
Ayy, my dawg just got hit, I just wanna spark some sh*t
I almost lost my mind when I got that call and sh*t (Don't play with us)
Made me wanna pick up my iron, go get in that car and sh*t (Ayy, fah, car with us)
All this sh*t, my gun is on, my money long, we bust his dome (My money long)
We send him home, this expensive soda in my styrofoam
Pour that sh*t up, we ain't runnin' out (Raw)
I'm floatin' through the city in the C8 with a hundred rounds (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
The switch up make a stutter sound (Grrt, grrt)

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