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letra de pmf - diizii

[intro]
ooh (yeah, pardon my french, mama, pardon my french, mama)
ooh (yeah, pardon my french, mama, pardon my french, mama)
(yeah, ugh)
man, i’ll keep it goin’ for y’all n-ggas one last time
you know what i’m sayin’? sh-t
yeah, yeah
f-ck they heard? what the f-ck they talkin’ ‘bout?
like, what?
ooh (d-mn, i be cookin’ up some sh-t)
ooh (ooh, ah, ooh, i’m with my gatin this b-tch, ah, ooh, ah)
know what i’m sayin’? (agh, ooh)
the f-ck? (ah, diizii!)

[chorus]
uh, uh, you n-ggas can come up and play
just know that i’m good with the tec
uh (phew), ain’t n0body seein’ that sh-t
that’s why i’m never leavin’ hickeys on her neck
uh (ooh), uh (ah), not doin’ no work for no n-gga
that’s why i’m not reppin’ a set (buh!)
if you gamble your life and you don’t even know it
uh, you get what you get
pardon my french (ooh), mama (ah)
‘cause i’m f-ckin’ sh-t up and i’m all ‘bout that drama (ooh, ah)
slangin’ that iron like it’s a katana (slangin’ that, slangin’ that)
you playin’ that sh-t, n-gga, you is a goner (ooh-ooh), ah
pardon my french, mama
wouldn’t want this life for my sons or my daughters (nah, nah-nah)
and this sh-t gettin’ harder, the f-ck? (the f-ck?)
pardon my french, mama
[verse]
if it ain’t ‘bout a bag, i don’t keep in touch
i let it hang, i don’t keep it tucked
if it’s makin’ love, i’ma beat it up
i could paint her face or she could drink it up
is it really up? is it really not?
now this rap sh-t is all i got
you can get hit from any side
buh! (phew) buh! (phew) sh-t, i got it hot (ha-ha)
i’m chiefin’ this sh-t, got me stuck in the loop (stuck)
f-ck is you sayin’? i’m sw-ngin’ that tool (f-ck)
they said i did what? they said i was who?
f-ck it, lil’ n-gga, i do what i do
and she holdin’ me down, that’s facts (one hunnid)
pay up, lil’ b-tch, you know i tax (yeah)
now she askin’, “where the d-ck at?” (hol’ on)
two shots, ain’t no twin gats (fah-fah)
yeah, i’m ‘bouta f-ck it up, we ‘bouta f-ck sh-t up, pardon my french (yeah)
tell me, n-gga, how the f-ck i’ma like yo’ b-tch if i got me a ten? (what the f-ck?)
they lurkin’ on me, they type a text, but, n-gga, they ain’t ever send (lil’ b-tch)
i ain’t worried ‘bout no youngin’ and no b-tch, pardon my french (ooh-ooh)
yeah, me and def just been through some sh-t, but no, we not beefin’ (yeah)
this the last blunt of the night, little n-gga (okay)
i’m puffin’ this sh-t ‘til i’m done with the reefer (phew)
you droppin’ that wack ass sh-t, just keep it (ha)
i’ll tell you, i don’t give a d-mn ‘bout a beaver (d-mn)
this water on me, like, d-mn, i need a heater
i’ll call up my b-tch ‘cause i’m finna go feel her (ha, ha, ha)
just pardon my french ‘cause i’m with a ten
might crack in the backseat without a tint (yeah)
50 cent, n-gga, she f-ck many men (yeah)
not talkin’ my b-tch, i’m talkin’ ‘bout the last (yeah)
but f-ck that lil’ b-tch, i left her in the past (ooh)
i’ll give you the blunt, just pass back the gas (ooh)
cherish every moment, life movin’ too fast
f-ck all the fame, n-gga, give me the cash
no greetings, not seein’ if you wave like the sea (shh-shh)
i don’t f-ck wit’ y’all n-ggas and that’s how i be (shh-shh)
not sellin’ my soul, i’m just tryna live free (shh-shh)
my life is on lock and i got the key (yeah, yeah)
f-ck it, lil’ b-tch, i’m k!llin’ my beat
we on top, number one, not two, not three
is you fried like me and tdb?
you don’t get it now? just wait up and see
we f-ckin’, we causin’ a ruckus, we shootin’ them buckets (buh-buh-buh!)
the gat finna drum it, it got it a hunnid (buh-buh-buh!)
the hunnid round lookin’ like titties, you feel me? (buh-buh-buh!)
you feel me? you don’t, b-tch? well, you cannot k!ll me (buh-buh-buh!)
you k!lled me? you can’t, lil’ b-tch, i’ma tell you, you can’t k!ll a muh’f-ckin’ god
but really i’m human ‘cause there is a god
first was the flood and now it gon’ be fire (ooh-ooh)
you know who it is, diizii of actiive (yeah)
been ‘bout that sh-t, nah, i ain’t ever lackin’ (yeah)
tryna do some’? i’m finna go pack him (fah-fah-fah)
go do somethin’ else, just quit with the rappin’ (fah-fah-fah, yeah)
go do somethin’ else, just quit with the cappin’ (ha)
i’m high out my mind, i don’t know what happened (shh-shh)
who in the f-ck is you? i am not dappin’ you up (phew, phew)
sh-t, little n-gga, i’m spazzin’ (ooh-ooh)
[chorus]
uh, uh, you n-ggas can come up and play
just know that i’m good with the tec
uh (phew), ain’t n0body seein’ that sh-t
that’s why i’m never leavin’ hickeys on her neck
uh (ooh), uh (ah), not doin’ no work for no n-gga
that’s why i’m not reppin’ a set (buh!)
if you gamble your life and you don’t even know it
uh, you get what you get
pardon my french (ooh), mama (ah)
‘cause i’m f-ckin’ sh-t up and i’m all ‘bout that drama (ooh, ah)
slangin’ that iron like it’s a katana (slangin’ that, slangin’ that)
you playin’ that sh-t, n-gga, you is a goner (ooh-ooh), ah
pardon my french, mama
wouldn’t want this life for my sons or my daughters (nah, nah-nah)
and this sh-t gettin’ harder, the f-ck? (the f-ck?)
pardon my french, mama

[outro]
sh-t, we finished that sh-t off, homie
9 niight blunt
d-mn, and i guess it’s just one thing left to say
tuh, i’m ghost (i’m ghost, i’m ghost)

- diizii

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