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letra de silver coupe (remix) - og illa

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nickelus f (verse 1):

they call me petey the goat
even i be like petey the goat when i see what i wrote
my mama had me eating soap
foul mouth, down south
they think that i’m sleep but i’m woke
i still keep the heat on the low
she let me throw meat in her throat
when you see me i glow like a apparition
always thinking bout dough and my acquisitions
papa told me “don’t you trust them n-ggas“
i would be in the ground if i hadn’t listen
that ain’t save me from the strugglin tho
barely eating had malnutrition t
hat’s exactly why i was cl!cking
moving baggiеs in and out the kitchen
i was hoping washington would help,
but wе never get help from the politicians
guns with us and we gotta lift em
i’ll give em a sh-ll like obama’s woman
look, is you a friend or you enemy?
or are you a friend of the enemy?
maybe i’ll literally ride till infinity in my infiniti
silver coupe
dae m (chorus)
riding around town in the silver coupe
looking at them b-tches like hey what it do
ima hooligan, breaking rules and sh-t
riding around town in the silver coupe
looking at them b-tches like hey what it do
ima hooligan, breaking rules and sh-t

og illa (verse 2):

i know that p-ssy juicy
but these yeezys too exclusive
and we always smoking rapper weed
call it lil boosie
in the shotty ridin shooter
wit my shawty she a beauty
give her money slap her booty
if she leave me then she stupid
balling like the hoopers
told her, got it then you use it
put her noggin on my noodle
startied slurping like it’s soupy
said that she love me and she swear she not a groupie
but if i wasn’t poppin then she probably wouldn’t choose me
don’t cross me like jesus
i’m nas with the ether
throw money it’s easy we get it to spend it
the payments not pendin
you p-ssy you timid
the raps is a gimmick im pushing the limits the sauce it keep drippin
the juice they keep slippin
know that we winning f-ck all the trophies n pennants
gimme the rings —yea boy im onto some things
yea
50 i’m pimpin you simpin a simpson
not oj but ok i’m smokin the k!lla
grab me the woods this ain’t no wicker
arenas they phillips
on mic i’m like thriller
getting head in the whip
call it droptop
she want my icing just like a pop tart
driving down po white like a broke cracker
weed slow me down patron make me go faster
break ya back then ya heart please don’t attach it
indian she gon have a trail of tears like apache
getting head in the whip , call it drop top
getting head in the whip , call it drop top

dae m (chorus)
riding around town in the silver coupe
looking at them b-tches like hey what it do
ima hooligan, breaking rules and sh-t
riding around town in the silver coupe
looking at them b-tches like hey what it do
ima hooligan, breaking rules and sh-t

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