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letra de peer pressure - don trip & akeem ali

[intro: akeem ali]
(dtdakidd)
(beat those drums)
rollin’

[verse 1: akeem ali]
it’s time to get wicked, king, okay, i’m ’bout to go special needs
don’t ask me for no more favors and none of them extra deeds
i run it like i got extra needs
i pray that you don’t, but get out of line and i’m checkin’ dweebs
’cause where i’m from, n-ggas pullin’ cards like they tesla keys, for real
i remember plenty times when i stole the shine and n-ggas was callin’ me roguish
i put my n-ggas on and brought the staff with me, now n-ggas is callin’ me moses
’cause i’m a righteous n-gga
if you like b-tches, wе gon’ be fine, ’cause i’m dykin’ with you
and i lovе a b-tch who don’t give no f-ck, ’cause i’m triflin’ with you
f-ck with a n-gga
growin’ up, i wasn’t the brightest kid, but i wasn’t particularly dumb
i put gorilla glue on every strap that i had ’cause my mama said, “stick to your guns”
that’s what i did too
i had big kahunas, i been draggin’ b-lls since a kid, boo
i just told the b-tch she was a buried treasure, i can dig you
a young n-gga flow been on igloo
she gave me her digits and said, “you should call,” i said, “okay”
to me, your number is domestic violence, ’cause maybe later, i’ma hit you
i got a lot of sh-t that i’m tryna get, but for now, a n-gga tryna get through
every halloween, i’ma treat myself, ’cause you should never let a n-gga trick you, rollin’
[verse 2: don trip]
and every halloween, i’ma get the bag, i’m money hungry, got a sweet tooth
got a couple goons i might send through to come wipe your nose without a tissue
i’m so cold-blooded, might p-ss blue and you n-ggas shaky like fish food
born a rider, though i’m growin’ tired, still get the check like jiffy lube
flippin’ p’s while skippin’ school, might flex on ’em like ricky ru
bigger picture, i got the juice and your thirsty b-tch wanna sip my spoon
i’m so dope, she might overdose, you might have to give that b-tch narcan
long time since i tucked a sack, but i’m still connected like broadband
dial it down, first class, i’m in a private lounge
shinin’ in you n-ggas’ faces, you gon’ have to drive around with the visor down
ridin’ ’round with the iron out, it got a beam on it
got a cold shoulder, can’t lean on it
went and f-cked the woman of my dreams and i kinda liked her, so i put a ring on it
in the ring, homie
i was bodyslammin’ pounds, i deserve a title shot
rap don’t pan out, better know i’m goin’ back like an icy hot
surpressor on the fully-auto glock, extended clip full of hydra-shoks
n-ggas say my moment over, but i’m really in my prime like an autobot
real sh-t, i’m a cool guy, but my brother pif was a loose cannon
oh, but for those green backs, i transform like bruce banner
and i’m ’bout that action and i stand on it even when it’s accidental
in any case, i ain’t got the hammer, i’ll carve your ass like a jack-o-lantern
naw, i ain’t gang gang, i don’t pledge no allegiance to a bandana
n-gga, i been all about the money since the television came with an antenna
it’s ’bout time for me to dip like i ran with cam’ron and juelz santana
all i needed was a beat and i’ma get in that ass like bad santa, on pif
[outro]
wait, long live pif
(dtdakidd)
(beat those drums)

- don trip akeem ali

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