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letra de perc angels - barely legal

[intro: jø]
congratulations, [?]
y’all already know who it is, man
at this point, if you don’t know, man
you need to google me, man
this that real [?] sh-t, man (uh) uh

[verse 1: jø]
twelve coming, twelve coming
park the car, i smell somethin’
[?] boys we hop out to the party
got them hoes jumpin’
twelve like, ‘why the f-ck yo’ trunk keep shaking?’
’cause them hoes thumpin’
whoa, i can’t even valet park my sh-t
my dubs cost twelve hundred
i wanna f-ck, but she can’t slide to the room
she been done stole sum’
why yo’ n-gga keep sneak dissin’ me like i’m a hoe or sum’?
“jø, let it go, big bro,” don’t hand me that pole
i been done blowed sum’
max’s sitting like cleats, all whites on my feet
look like sum snow or sum’
dep’ tryna’ search my car when i put it in park
like i’m selling blow or sum
yea, i’m hollywood, b-tch, i’m big jø
you must not know or sum’
shorty tryna’ play it like she don’t know us
but, at the show she the first one to show up
nah, dawg, i don’t lack and i don’t sip ac’
my n-gga, i can’t even pour up
i gave band$ a soda
and watch that sh-t go from liquid to thicker than throw up
i just walked in the room and opened my mouth
and watched the whole room glow up
we was lit at the show got so many complaints
we almost had to fight the promoter
b-tches get at me green, bust at my khakis
my hundreds, they look like okra
[verse 2: chowder band$]
twelve coming, twelve coming
park the car, i smell somethin’
hit one hundred in a fifty
whip on ricky bobby
i know nothing ’bout a whitney
and i’m in the lobby getting sloppy from a britney
oh my god, i’m gone ride for the n-ggas that is with me
zooming in that kitty
she pop two, she feelin’ pretty
don’t even sell no pack, but catching p’s just like i’m diddy
bands up in my pants gon’ me make dance just like i’m shiggy
finna’ hit a l!ck, grab the grip, let’s do this quickly
when it’s 4th & 10, we hit the field and spin again
i ain’t ever take a loss, lil’ b-tch
i guess i was born to win
and i ain’t walking in no church, lil’ b-tch
i’m born to sin
if you can’t see my future, b-tch
you need to clean your lens
don’t know why these n-ggas talking like they factors
my brodie flipped like fifteen p’s
that n-gga need a tractor
and all these n-ggas capping for they cash
just like they actors
and my n-ggas from the sewers
carry sh-lls like they snappers
it’s jø and band$ up in this b-tch
man you know this hoe a slapper, on gang
(i might just slap your b-tch, uh)

- barely legal

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