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letra de inner peace - daour

[intro: ypm cairo]

(woah, woah, woah)
that’s my inner peace

[verse 1: ypm cairo]

get the money right, f-ck the b-tch twice
live a lavish life, that’s the plan alright
prosper and grow, what the f-ck though
lil wayne taught me everything i know
see i’m real winner, big bidder
got a hundred million dollars, big tipper
put them in the bank make it grow bigger
put the money in the bag, grave digger
i shine bright, my b-tch tight
dreamin bout the life i need
pour more lean ice, don’t think twice
baby that’s all i need
i can’t think right, cause all mighty
i’m in my inner peace
(woah, woah, woah, woah)
wish i can smoke marijuana and get high when i wanna
hotbox that lamb make it feel like a sauna
f-ck your b-tch dip when the drama (comes)
and then i’m gonna (f-ck the b-tch)
pull up on your corner (khalsana)
spray you down with my gunners (f-ck up your sh-t)
i feel like a hundred million dollars
thats my inner peace

[verse 2: daour]

surrounded by your n-gg-s you think you be making hits
but really all you is, is some spoiled rich kids
see i starded back from nothing i stay grinding till i make it
your manager, your team no talent, you be faking
you thinking you’re the sh-t well, i’m the king of this city
i got bars, i got flow and your b-tch say i’m pretty
all the n-gg-s know that i been repping 1158
you n-gg-s still hungry i got food on my plate
i got hoes on the go, i got bars n-gg- woah
44 full clip, drive by, hit a lick
tell my n-gg- this is it, tell my b-tches that they thick
tell my girlfriend i’m the sh-t like woah
i got bars on the go, i got money now they know
k!ll them all with my flow, k!ll them all on the low
all them b-tches in my dms they be showing me t-tties
i don’t walk around with ones i walk with hundreds and fifties
all this drank i’m sipping thinking that i need a new kidney
hurricane on my wrist spinning around like a frisbee
(yeah) smoking the gas, count up the cash
diamonds they flash like woah
b-tch i’m smoking the gas, greener than gr-ss
the best in my cl-ss, i hit i don’t p-ss no
(yeah, imma hit i don’t p-ss no)

[verse 3: ypm big fish]

i’m like the muslim don, a pharaoh or a khan
i spit fire to pave the road i’m on, i’m arrogant like my words on strong
turn the music up and hit that bong, i drop a verse and catch a thong
i’m in this b-tch till its gone i’m gone, asking god what i did so wrong
(what i did so wrong)
left hand on the p-ssy, right hand on the bible
i got my gang with me, so i pray for the rivals
b-tch check my rifle, its tall the like the eiffel
want to know how i feel? i like to
step back to the darkness that got me still
step up from a milly so i got a bill
run up on these n-gg-s cause i like to k!ll (huh)
like im so trill
my homie talked bout’ that inner peace
but how you can’t find it when you running from the police
b-tch freeze, gotta get more keys
you waiting for the picture perfect life n-gg- please
say cheese (uh), and i spit it like nas
next thing i’m living on mars
with sp-ceships as cars
i be hanging with stars

[outro: ypm big fish & daour]

yeah
ypm
drumwalk
daour

- daour

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