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letra de so silly - otm

[intro: blue pesos]
uh (viper)
they know what the f-ck goin’ on
(run that back, west)

[verse 1: blue pesos]
don’t speak in this room, who is you, n-gga?
i kicked the door down, that’s sue yung, so bruce lee kicks
gone in a split second
they say he just a store runner, so? teach him gymnastics
pippy sleepwalkin’, wock got me so drowsy
a gang member, where he say he from? it doesn’t matter (for real)
we shoot guns, we ain’t finna rap battle
n-ggas pump fakin’, stop flexin’ that lil’ rental, sh-t
them n-ggas broke, leave me ‘lone, i just don’t get it
ayy, wes, pour my cup to the top, make sure you don’t spill it
my shootеr got no brain, he got at least two screws missin’
hе don’t like to beef, taste this kung pao chicken
the stincs said, “we just turned a thug into a pole dancer”
it’s regular foreigns in the lot and flexin’ gold diamonds
stincmeaners stripped him out his boots, did him so grimy
tried to run up on the chop, n-gga so silly (sh-t)

[chorus: blue pesos]
save the dissin’ on the ‘gram, it’s no hard feelings (for real)
quit flexin’ on the ‘gram for your fans, you be lyin’, n-gga (sh-t)
it’s regular foreigns in the lot, i’m flexin’ gold diamonds
stincmeaners stripped him out his boots, did him so grimy
[verse 2: duffy]
sh-t, we just did a n-gga so grimy
dough getter, r.i.p. another shoe shiner
flu flammer, know you heard about my cosigner
bling blaow, diamonds dancin’ with no lighting
couple racks on me, show these n-ggas how to ball
whatever comes with this life, sh-t, i want it all
no hard feelings, b-tch, i don’t got feelings at all
with this chop, i’m like a ninety-nine overall
n-ggas know the truth, and it ain’t no way around it
n-ggas can’t f-ck with us, i’m done talkin’ ’bout it
blitz a n-gga, he got hit stick, john madden
just know if n-ggas get flatlined, he asked for it
n-ggas mad at us ’cause they know we the allstars
i just left a n-gga in my rear, we in a push start
big dogs, we would all bite, we do not bark
mop with me, i’ll blow a n-gga down in walmart, ugh

[chorus: blue pesos]
save the dissin’ on the ‘gram, it’s no hard feelings (no hard feelings at all, bro)
quit flexin’ on the ‘gram, you be lyin’, n-gga (stop it, b-tch, it’s not)
highly doubt it
’cause n-ggas be bums
i kicked the door down, that’s sue yung, so bruce lee kicks, uh
it’s regular foreigns in the lot, i’m flexin’ gold diamonds
stincmeaners stripped him out his boots, did him so grimy

- otm

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