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letra de in my thoughts - blue pesos

[verse]
in the booth tweakin’ out, in my thoughts, i don’t trust much
put it on the line for fake n-ggas, all for what, though?
life ain’t a movie, but he wish she had a stunt double
in the coupe, it’s nina ross, a pint of mud in the front with me
ask about our name, 2022, it’s frontlinin’
i’ll whip out on any altercation, p, you too violent
money on my head, i just laugh, that sh-t too funny
play it smart, ho, y’all thought i was gon’ crash, dummy? the f-ck?
negative, they really off that pack
six shots and that’s it, i just laid him on his back
tom brady bullets hit different, n-gga, that’s a side
if you continue hidin’ out, then you probably got a chance
say the wrong words and it’s gon’ probably get bad
it’s like sports plus, two hundred goin’ fast, i’m not breakin’
chopsticks, mop sticks like we was in the himalayas
fully automatics keep dumpin’ like i’m ketchy
come and еat in h-ll’s kitchen, beef plate, that’s thе special
he keep sneak dissin’ me, he gon’ probably end up strangled
bart choked him, on my neck, you could call me homer simpson
i mind both b-tches here, i’ma hit him with extensions
at mei ling backyard, kudos, i got snippy
lemon pepper drumstick and it hold a hundiddy
n-ggas starin’ dumbfounded when pippy long blow kisses
a failed mission would’ve probably got done if i did it
b-tch, be for real, you ain’t really ’bout that lifestyle
titties hangin’ out the clip, that girl’s goin’ wild
i just f-cked up the luau, i put sh-lls in this pineapple
p a cold demon, i’m a product of the cold devil, ugh
f-ck it, we gon’ go on and put some lead in him
they say i’m just a rapper, so i hope you not scared of him
he ain’t never bust that .9, i can tell that b-tch celebate
every l was a lesson, and i promise i don’t regret it
why n-ggas hate so much? it could be so simple
i don’t really like talkin’, i shoot 5.56s
i ain’t see sh-t, i just mind my business
you wish you could be me, bro, and i get it
[outro]
for real, sh-t
come and boogie down with me ’cause p get the littest (sh-t)
how he talk, how he walk like that, he independent
sh-t, i be fake ’cause they hate when i’m real
speak the truth every day, d-mn, i almost got k!lled
they want me down in the grave or somewhere sittin’ in a cell
it don’t matter ’cause i’m still gon’ post bail, b-tch
hm, for real
you know what the f-ck goin’ on
sh-t
it’s a lot of hatin’ from the sidelines, n-gga
back bitin’ and sh-t, bro
that sh-t lame
n-ggas d-ck ridin’ all in my comments and sh-t
[?] with that weird-ass sh-t, beat it, dweeb
yeah, let’s do that
rapper, stick to that
music sh-t
sh-t
i got slippy for real
hold a hundiddy, b-tch
stop playin’

- blue pesos

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