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letra de pocketspetergriffin - blake basic

[intro: blakebasic]
you see dude
eh
you see dude
eheh

[verse 1: blakebasic]
i like the way it goes no more
we should go but it gets so low
give me that boy can’t touch my soul
ain’t n0body gonna touch my floor
that’s packed shorty coming through with the heater
why’d be like she lowers with my fat ass like i’m peter
if i’m different i’m a gryffindor
wizard make her hit the floor
kiss it like it’s mistletoe
make me know i spot the gold
won’t you take a pic while we flexing at the gucci store
b-tches gon be b-tches but my princess listen but
ignore them them
who do they think i am am
they just wanna be friends friends
i don’t want none of that sh-t sh-t
put that blunt in my left hand
who do you think i am am
they just wanna be friends friends
i don’t wanna take none of that sh-t sh-t
put that blunt in my left hand
[verse 2: basicblake ]
i need it
y’all been fighting but you bleeding
she up all night like she a demon
we on the jet like i am steven
that’s right
that’s right
that’s right
drip drip drip and bass get low
we gonna win gotta get that goal
shots never miss we hit that goal
get so lit when i hit that bowl
cash that
jump it
making money always up to something
i know she don’t love me wanna f-ck me
give me sucky sucky
fat ass
jumping sweet like honey
i’ma smack like pumpkin
that hoe she a dummy actin funny imma f-ck then dump it

[verse 3: trippythakid]
pockets getting big like peter griffin
i can barely lift them
i been sipping tea up in you hood
and no way ain’t no whipping
i’ve been getting lit just like i should
yeah this just how i’m living
i’m so f-cking lit in the dead money in my mission
my angels hate when i’m talking
cause this hate to say i’m obnoxious
but i’m paper chasing
not walking get that cake and take it off my profit
pockets i load and i feel like a potato
promises broke and i know it’s ok though
know that i’m chosen and i don’t got a halo
this sh-t is over i gotta go laylow
really got the gas no nascar
gotta get my bag up back up at the bar yeah
going get the cash from the backyard
you ain’t gonna act up, stand up, act hard yeah
b-tches be so basic they so fake and they so needy
i’m, on a mission for that paper imma make it on the tv
all the hater ain’t sl!ck cause like john cena
they can’t see me
send a dm to your b-tch
she disappear just like a genie

- blake basic

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