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letra de mr hollywood - papi peso

intro
(peso gang gang)
f-ck it lil’ homie you made me upset
sending these shots and i aim at yo neck
i’m in the traps and i carry a tec
f-ck it lil’ homie you won’t need that vest
if i catch you on roads then you might be next

(gang, pow, yuh, yuh, rah, brr, pow, gang, peso, yuh, yuh, okayy)

(chorus)
send so much shots that i made him vanish
made him disappear like it’s magic
we in the trap house and we livin’ lavish
f-ck it lil’ homie yeah we’re never lacking
i’m slapping them cheeks that sh-t was jurassic
f-ck it lil’ homie that sh-t was fantastic
i’m counting these bills like a wallet
you b-tches not on sh-t you b-tches kawallin’
spin through your block like a bonnet
sеnd so much shots i think i alarmed him
pull up on yo block and we dropped him
i’m takin’ a flight i got too much options
riding first class i’m doing a show in likе boston

(gang gang gang gang gang gang)
(verse)
raised in the deep end yeah i didn’t drown
sending these shots of a whole 50 round
f-ck it lil’ homie you look like a clown
smokin’ a pack of a opp it’s so loud
i’m with yo b-tch and that ho’ she got plowed
sending these shots now he live on a cloud
the yg’s is shootin’ i’m feelin so proud
f-ck it lil’ homie to the streets i am vowed
to the streets i am vowed little b-tch yeah that b-tch want the smoke he got hit in the lip with a stick
f-ck it lil’ crodie yeah i’m with the sh-tz
mr hollywood you could call me the sh-tz
and i do what i do pull up to your crib, we hop out the whip, knock on your door and we lettin’ it rip
he was talking too hot so we battried his b-tch
like 22g b-tch i carry the bl!ck
call this beyblade yeah we lettin’ it rip (yeah we lettin’ it rip)
(bang bang rahh… aye yuh gang)
we got us a glock and extended the clip
f-ck it lil’ crodie yeah i’m with the sh-tz
we takin’ his breath, we in the trap and it’s smellin’ like death

(ayee)

(chorus)
send so much shots that i made him vanish
made him disappear like it’s magic
we in the trap house and we livin’ lavish
f-ck it lil’ homie yeah we’re never lacking
i’m slapping them cheeks that sh-t was jurassic
f-ck it lil’ homie that sh-t was fantastic
i’m counting these bills like a wallet
you b-tches not on sh-t you b-tches kawallin’
spin through your block like a bonnet
send so much shots i think i alarmed him
pull up to your block and we dropped him
i’m takin’ a flight i got too much options
riding first class i’m doing a show in like boston

- papi peso

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