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letra de piss in - jeune loup

[paroles de “p-ss in”]

[intro]
honestly, numb blond

[couplet unique]
shawty said i’m trippin’, i did half a pot to p-ssin’ (say what?)
i don’t do all the whippin’, game, they comin’ out the kitchen
i got my chopper hangin’, and i’m not even g-ngb-nging
don’t care what you be claimin’, this 30’ll leave you nameless
i’m rockin’ white gold, lil’ baby, this ain’t no stainless (it’s white gold)
i got an honest hoe, i don’t got time for all that playin’
shame and ain’t complainin’, my shawty is money hungry (foreal)
could make a band today, and i could still hear her cryin’
she want expensive diamonds and cribs up in the alley (say what?)
let me pop a perka, lil’ baby, we found a balance
right now my money pilin’ so high, it need a palace
i’m stackin’ other riches and trashеs, guess i’m a pirate
once i gеt into it, my letters will fly in private
i always pay my dues, and f-ck whoever who don’t like it
if you want it so bad, my n-gga, why don’t you buy it?
claim you in your bag, my n-gga, you cappin’ lyin’
but let me mind my business, i don’t pocket while my n-ggas
i could put you on the move, would you prove that you efficient?
sell a bag or two, or that goop to a reptilian (slime)
pick and choose your clients, but my line, you can’t decline them
customer service might be a1 or russian fire
i don’t care if you tired, consistency is pride
your thoughts might be dark, but your pockets becoming bright
droppin’ all my product, man, my junkies comin’ proper
can’t come to the trap, cause your ass always window shoppin’ (shoppin’)
we can still kick it, but business, we gotta drop it
gave you free work, and i ain’t never seen no profits (no profits)
tussie was a hustler, n-gga, you just a junkie
i still respect the junkie, good junkie, they give me money (money)
the junkie give me money, this sh-t comin’ by the hundreds
it comin’ by the hundreds, and dozens of n-gga thunders
best believe i’m bossin’ if you touchin’ in my money
yes, i might be lacking, but i’m not sweet like some honey
yes, i might be lacking, but i’m not sweet like some honey
i’m not the type to tell my girl to take the charge from me
cause if i go down the road, she’s goin’ far from me
she gon’ hit the pole, make large amounts for me
she gon’ f-ck with a pound for me, ten toes on the ground for me (ten toes)
like twenty on the one street, big heat, n-gga, who want beef?
another five on the backstreet, pass can’t mean that i make sh-t back
you and miley made a f-ck, n-gga, backstreet
big on ass, we ain’t no amateur
when we glitchin’, we blabbin’ to ya
job well done, we ain’t livin’ no evidence
leave a f-ck, n-gga, in the past tense
i don’t give two f-cks about back end
you pop a p-ssy while i count me a back end
i was thirteen, surrender rappin’
most of the rappers fake trappin’
back end money, it’s my trappin’
quit the cop, you ain’t notgun clappin’
i don’t know what it really, really trappin’
i ran a quarter-milli in the trap, no cap

- jeune loup

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