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letra de churches peppers - guap tarantino

[intro]
zone 6 n-gg-, pyrex whipper, pyrex
brrr
rrrr, brr, rrr
brrr
brr, rrr
grrrr
beckham, beckham
yea, yea
let’s go, let’s go

[chorus: lil keed]
catchin’ these hoes just like beckham
sh-t can get hot, churches peppers
yeah, f-ckin’ these hoes, yeah we peck ’em
naw, not a wood p-ck-r
yeah, takin’ a flight out to dallas
no, we ain’t takin’ no teslas
yeah, spin that lil’ boy like propellers
and naw, we not skippin’ no pebbles
yeah, turn up these b-tches on a j
turn up these b-tches [?]
yeah, turn this sh-t up like a fade
yeah, we throw shots at his face
glad i got through that phase
now i’m seein’ better days
naw, we ain’t sellin’ no guns
we only doin’ some trades

[verse 1: lil keed]
yeah, [?]
we gettin’ rich, yeah, yeah
[?] she like “d-mn”
and he on a bean, yeah, yeah
my b-tch, i’m jus’ pullin’ these strings
nah b-tch, i’m just in these streets
young studio junky
yeah, i don’t get no f-ckin’ sleep
she say she can’t breathe
wash your d-ck off in her lungs
she say she can’t breathe
i got benji’s, came from nothin’
she so pretty, yeah, yeah
b-tch my [?] on flee-nee-neek
yeah i put my bad momma finger on fleek
double cup drank and this sh-t on fleek
rollin’ up and we blendin’ in
cause we finna k!ll the scene
b-tch, i got blue cheese on cheese
my blue check, b-tch it’s cheese
we ain’t’ have big dogs, we ain’t have ogs
yeah, yeah, we taught ourself how to make it out these street

[chorus: lil keed]
catchin’ these hoes just like beckham
sh-t can get hot, churches peppers
yeah, f-ckin’ these hoes, yeah we peck ’em
naw, not a wood p-ck-r
yeah, takin’ a flight out to dallas
no, we ain’t takin’ no teslas
yeah, spend that lil’ boy like propellors
and naw, we not skippin’ no pebbles
yeah, turn up these b-tches on a j
turn up these b-tches [?]
yeah, turn this sh-t up like a fade
yeah, we throw shots at his face
glad i got through that phase
now i’m seein’ better days
naw, we ain’t sellin’ no guns
we only doin’ some trades

[verse 2: guap tarantino]
yeah, i used to go hit the road for the racks
used to jugg out of state
i took a pj to la
the house that i stayed in, it came with a maid
bought me a rollie and bust down the bezel
the old rollie was out of date
too many racks [?]
[?] lil’ n-gg- ain’t go nothin’ to say
got this sh-t up, i done came out the bowl
broke out my phone, he just got out the hole
all these d-mn racks, she gon’ give me her soul
i just went green, i done got in my mode
[?] countin’ them [?]
told her might get this sh-t fresh off the boat
[?] done changed up the load
[?] with the racks, i’m like “woah”
bust down my whip, no key
shawty do whatever i please
[?] with the blue cheese
n-gg- can’t be on my team
ran out of red, sippin’ green
i just popped a pill, i’m [?]
pop me a pill and i’m geeked
[?] lil keed

[chorus: lil keed]
catchin’ these hoes just like beckham
sh-t can get hot, churches peppers
yeah, f-ckin’ these hoes, yeah we peck ’em
naw, not a wood p-ck-r
yeah, takin’ a flight out to dallas
no, we ain’t takin’ no teslas
yeah, spend that lil’ boy propellors
and naw, we not skippin’ no pebbles
yeah, turn up these b-tches on a j
turn up these b-tches [?]
yeah, turn this sh-t up like a fade
yeah, we throw shots at his face
glad i got through that phase
now i’m seein’ better days
naw, we ain’t sellin’ no guns
we only doin’ some trades

- guap tarantino

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