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letra de go stupid - p3rkky

[post-chorus; p3rkky]
i hop in a fast car i step on the gas i feel like a racer
finna race you for a pink slip, feel like a demon when i’m in the matrix
i don’t know why they hating, they just tryna blemish my image
only 15 i’m bouta take over the world, world, w-w-w-w-world

[chorus]
we finna fade that boy just like a taper
i’m rocking designer i silence these haters
got me a choppa it came with a laser
i want the bands i’m a paper chaser
yeah i be making a lot
talk on my name again we gon’ pull up to your spot
if you got a problem just know we can fix that
we gon’ pop you just like a tic tac

[verse: shxwnn]
if it ain’t bout that cash don’t hit me up
b-tch i, b-tch i stay geeked
b-tch i got like three hoes they all freaks
yeah i got them glocks and poles
i’m too slimy with my nose
b-tch i’m too locked in with twin
too locked, too locked in with twin
smoking gas can’t feel my face
i’m so high, might elevate
i smoke good while you smoke lace
chase the bag i f-cking pace
b-tch i’m jugg rich
b-tch i made about 20 bands in one day
b-tch i’m jugg rich
if you want a feature then you better pay
[verse: hummie]
nah, nah, nah
b-tch i’m sippin’ on that wok i ain’t friendly
f-cking on that bad hoe, bet she taste like candy
hit him with that rambo, watch him dance like bradley
now he go commando, make that n—a sassy
ball on a n—a like a athlete
n—-s ain’t f-cking with hummie
you wasn’t even f-cking with the past me
b-tch i’m just bringing the money
y’all n—-s ain’t counting up hunnids
got your ass looking real dumby
i f-ck on your b-tch and it’s funny
one thing you know about hummie he’ll do it again

[verse: 500louiee]
i don’t f-ck with rap b-tches, all these b-tches weird
go 200 in the range b-tch i cannot barely steer
i just walked out of neman b-tch i do not go to ??
and i’m only sipping lean b-tch i never sip no beer
?? lil’ b-tch you need a vet
i’m ?? b-tch ??
he was speaking on my brother now he dead
he was speaking on my brother that’s what he get

[verse: p3rkky]
we gon’ catch another elimination
we gon’ k!ll him without hesitation
we gon’ k!ll you without putting a price on your head
never mind cause you is already dead

[chorus]
we finna fade that boy just like a taper
i’m rocking designer i silence these haters
got me a choppa it came with a laser
i want the bands i’m a paper chaser

- p3rkky

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