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letra de pedal up - dasgasdom3

[intro]
b-tch
uh, uh, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah
grr, yeah, uh

[verse 1]
i’m breaking these n-ggas, we pop ’em like kit kat
ain’t with the sh-t-talking, i ain’t with the chit-chat
upping the pole, put the glock where his hip at
we wiping his nose with a towel or a big rag
all of my n-ggas, we ain’t with the talking
you speak on my name, know that come with a coffin
every day shooting, ain’t missing my target
we picking and painting your body, no caution
b-tch, b-tch
yeah, yeah
i got the heat with the money like mayo
she wanna f-ck ’cause i got me them pesos
back it up, b-tch, better do what i say so
throw that ass back on my d-ck like a halo
opps in the cut, know we posted and stay low
shoot their ass up, wet ’em up like a faygo

[chorus]
b-tch, b-tch, we gon’ wet ’em up, wet ’em up
i got the glock with the beam, it’s gon’ pedal up
no, we ain’t needing for speed with my weapon tucked
n-gga was dreaming, he thought i was lacking
hop on the scene and it’s movie, it’s action
n-ggas be fiending, they thinking i’m capping
glock with a beam, make you do michael jackson, b-tch
[verse 2]
shoot a moonrock, on moonrock in the cut
f-ck on that b-tch, got my d-ck in her guts
n-ggas be talking until they get busted
roll down the ‘wood, smoke him up like a dutch
everybody up on my d-ck with the same sh-t
stop all that capping and that with that gang sh-t
you n-ggas lame, you can’t hang with the gang, b-tch
shoot at your face with the glock, b-tch, it’s aimless
b-tch, ain’t no amateur, know that i’m shooting
balling since a jit, a nba hooper
young n-gga ball ’til i fall like i’m future
all that it take is one call, i’ma do ya
look in my eyes, you gon’ die, what you preaching?
catch up the clout, i got money for features
chasing a bag, i do that every season
n-ggas be hating, i don’t know the reason
portray what they faking, they cap on the internet
speak on the internet, b-tch, you is into that
you n-ggas cap, you could never admit to that
i got a slip to the clip, put an end to that
making him dance, b-tches do the bachata
p–ping his pants, yeah, that n-gga a toddler
sending your mans to the sky with this chopper
making it slow, make him sing like an oscar
[bridge]
ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
yeah, yeah
she wanna f-ck with the gang, yeah
told that b-tch give me brain, yeah
she wanna bang, bang, bang

[chorus]
b-tch, we gon’ wet ’em up, wet ’em up
i got the glock with the beam, it’s gon’ pedal up
no, we ain’t needing for speed with my weapon tucked
n-gga was dreaming, he thought i was lacking
hop on the scene and it’s movie, it’s action
n-ggas be fiending, they thinking i’m capping
shoot at your ass with designer, it’s fashion
glock with a beam, make you do michael jackson, b-tch

[outro]
yeah, yeah
glock with the beam, michael jackson
glock with the beam, michael jackson
yeah, billie jean, michael jackson
b-tch

- dasgasdom3

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