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letra de perks callin (freestyle) - lor scoota

[intro]

this the life of a young baller
growing up, ain’t have no d-mn father
the streets made me who i am mama
eddie b he still be on my conscience

[verse 1]

i been druggin druggin druggin real heavy lately
the other day i almost dozed off in the elevator
she asked me why my eyes closed i say i’m meditatin
all my n-ggas drink that lean need that medication
i’m just ridin round the city with no destination
i can go anywhere i want without no hesitation
ain’t enough weed in ya blunt you smokin h-lla paper
and f-ck a weed man boy i gotta weed lady
i call her phone and say three words, what up juicy baby?
she say i’m here and then i pull up get 2 half a babies
i’m really talkin what i live ain’t no fabrication
most of them rappers who got deals use their imaginations
they ain’t really in the field they just actin crazy
me i’m still in the trenches after i got the paper
since i got paper i been drippin i got lots of flavor
i watch a lot of n-ggas slip up and run out of paper
buyin watches and sh-t, when you just got the paper
try keep up with the shiners you goin run out of paper
we be rockin italian sh-t on a daily basis
(italian)
when you be this clean look at the look on b-tches faces

hold up this a n-gga b-tch callin
my diamonds dancing b-tch they crip walkin
excuse my language i’m just sh-t talkin
if you ain’t hang with me you can’t get sh-t from me

been thinkin bout my b-tch lately
sorry, forgot you ain’t my b-tch baby
i don’t want no relationship
but i still want ya friendship

lately, i been on some other sh-t
tell her come stay the night and i don’t even f-ck the b-tch
i got too f-cked up p-ssed out in front the b-tch
you got me f-cked up you ever think i’m goin quit

we sippin out that double cup this that qualitest
r.i.p to eddie b wish i could bring you back
swear i smoke a thousand black and mildsto bring you back
my n-gga used to smoke them b-tches like they cigarettes
my trap buddy every morning first ones on the trap
we used to fuss about who get to hit the first pack
do any thing to bring ya nappy head -ss back
(n-gga)

[outro]
and i can hear the drugs callin
(and i can hear the drugs callin)
and i can hear the hood callin
(and i can hear the hood callin)
and i can hear my block callin
only got one shottas callin
(they callin me)
you know it’s on me n-gga
(you know it’s on me)
everything is on me n-gga
(everything is for the team n-gga)
do this sh-t for the team n-gga
(ybs sh-t)
i’m just tryna live the dream n-gga
(just tryna live the dream)

- lor scoota

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