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letra de beat that vest up - nef the pharaoh

[intro]
dtb on the beat, that’s bro

[verse 1: nef the pharaoh]
i had to get it out my system (out my system)
thought i quit syrup, but i’m right back sippin’ (back sippin’)
you can’t judge me, i’m independent (why?)
plus i’m 23, i’m a grown lil’ n-gg- (say that)
why? i touched a hunnid ‘fore i had a son (fact)
i’m the type to catch the fade, you tuck your tail and run (p-ssy)
i popped up at your brother’s job, he ain’t know where you was
and i ain’t come to talk about no f-ckin’ one on ones
catch him lackin’, stand over him, do him dirty
sun was peakin’ through the clouds, it was still h-lla early
this n-gg- scared of the chang, a lil’ bird told me
and i don’t know if you got some, but f-ck your dead homie (f-ck ’em)
lil’ petty thief, b-tch, you ain’t no real robber (b-tch)
25, ain’t got no whip, i’ma fasholy spot you
half of the game i obtained was from the 40 water
b-tch, it’s on sight, you gon’ meet nina, that’s my

[chorus: nef the pharaoh]
i heard he had a vest (what?)
beat that vest up (boom)
hit everything from the neck up
headshot, red dot, that’s a dead opp
i ain’t gon’ be happy ’til this p-ssy n-gg- laid out
i heard he had a vest (what?)
beat that vest up (boom)
hit everything from the neck up
headshot, red dot, that’s a dead opp
i ain’t gon’ be happy ’til this p-ssy n-gg- laid out

[verse 2: shootergang kony & nef the pharaoh]
we got a chop, we got h-lla, plus three more glocks
gunslinger, ss, cowboy bebop
i beat her box, sittin’ at his grandma’s spot
i’ma 86 these sh-lls if they loiter or not
ugh, catch me p-ssin’ on my hands ’cause i did him dirty (dirty)
it’s still early, hit stick him like todd gurley
i ain’t pushin’ off no fades, out the shop early
hit his dirty -ss dreads and made his hair curly
i heard he had a vest (what?)
beat that vest up (boom)
if he ain’t want the problem, glizzy ate him from the leg up
who said what? spittin’ out these sh-lls like they fed up
he said he comin’ with it, we wasn’t talkin’ when we met up
bet this .40 ridiculous, how the f-ck is you stickin’ us?
if you bleed like i bleed, why these hoes ain’t pimpin’ us?
keep it g, stripped him to his drawers, threw his keys
catch him pickin’ up some weed, he gon’ be pickin’ up from me

- nef the pharaoh

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