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letra de what would that do - otm

[verse 1: blue pesos]
i can’t hang around these n-ggas, they all geeks to me
a ten-ball on my neck, don’t speak to me
nina ross a hottie in the coupe, she get real freaky
hit the door with that sh-t, you actin’ too needy
this fin in my hand, i start knockin’ off meanies
lingo bingo, i’m winnin’ now, they ain’t seen me
you better act like you know, b-tch, slide and tear it off
the opps said they gon’ get me, i don’t think they got the b-lls
it cost to be the boss, in other words, crime pays
a klu kluxer in the whip, we pulled up with three k’s
gettin’ slippy, no trace, you want a bag, then be brave
the first n-gga lost his foamposites, the last lost his j’s
hit him where you can’t stay, hollow tips bro embrace
you ain’t a real n-gga, bro, if you don’t stand on what you say
monkey nuts on the chop, i hang out with baboons
you don’t even own a strap, but in songs, it sound cool

[chorus: blue pesos]
if i put the slap on him, what would that do?
if i put a drum on my new chop, what would that do?
we carry weapons, please don’t go back and forth with us
if you see p in person, bein’ honest, what would you do?
if i put the slap on him, what would that do?
if i put a drum on my new chop, what would that do?
we carry weapons, please don’t go back and forth with us
if you see p in person, bein’ honest, what would you do?
[verse 2: duffy]
if i let shaneyney off, what would that do?
why is broke n-ggas speakin’, bro? n0body asked you
“duffy, why you chalk zone the block?” bro, i had to
too famous, sorry i’m a n-gga you can’t talk to
who is you? bet you know it’s us, see this big bank buddah?
stincs puttin’ on for the city, what’s so confusin’?
e-sig, i’ll smoke a n-gga, this not no hookah
creepin’ through the window, gave mei ling sweet chin music
jiggy with it, i need uchies or i won’t reply
hang with ’em, duck with ’em, you picked your side
i wonder what would happen if i spinned the opps’ block tonight
clout chasers get no time from me, i got bigger fish to fry

[verse 3: ralfy the plug]
if he seen the plug in person, he’d probably freeze up
f&n a problem solver, it’ll fix your mean mug
come f-ck with ralfy pharmaceuticals, i got clean drugs
stinc team the mob, the cleanest thugs
b-tches cryin’ on my phone talkin’ ’bout, “we need hugs”
text me and say you got some money and you ain’t mean to bug me
we playin’ ball with sticks and long poles like rugby
after i’m done beatin’ the beat up, i’ma tell gang to [?]
stinc team on the food chain, it’s way above them
he thought he was f-ckin’ with me, somebody must’ve drugged him
he hatin’ on the plug ’cause his homies ain’t plugged him
it’s nothin’ you can do about the plug except love him, the plug
[chorus: blue pesos]
if i put the slap on him, what would that do?
if i put a drum on my new chop, what would that do?
we carry weapons, please don’t go back and forth with us
if you see p in person, bein’ honest, what would you do?
if i put the slap on him, what would that do?
if i put a drum on my new chop, what would that do?
we carry weapons, please don’t go back and forth with us
if you see p in person, bein’ honest, what would you do?

- otm

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