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letra de amber rose - paygotti

[intro: paygotti]
uh, n-gga
we ain’t givin’ out no passes, n-gga
look
hold on

[chorus: paygotti]
baby said she got that oochie-wally sh-t, well, let me see
bro got peter piper pole like he throw shots with dmb
sippin’ wine consistent pain and f-cked around and stained a tee
i’m a trophy, got the game inside my hand like psp
call me roddy, if i touch the top, it’s time to feed the streets
my b-tch caught the johnny scratch, she stuff the pack inside her cheeks
what you need? i got n-ggas sellin’ straps like dvds
with the extras, stop the flexin’, sh-t be gone before you blink
ballin’ on these n-ggas, rеally ain’t no competition
could work at kfc the way that i be flippin’ chickеn
if it’s up there, hide your peoples, even grannies come up missin’

[verse 1: paygotti]
b-tch be burnin’ packs of noodles, stay your ass up out the kitchen
over, knockin’ at your door like it’s october
brother, pass the gas, ’cause i can’t function when i’m sober
we put belts to ass, so don’t get plastered on a poster
was taught to watch my friends and enemies, i keep them closer
i’m a vet’, the b-tch could tell you gotti get it wet
i keep dracy to my left, i’m to the neck
finna slide and make a mess
he fast but could he run without his legs?
back poppin’ on the ‘gram, think he forgot to take his meds
[verse 2]
granny told me, “stay up off them streets”
i know where know your pops, he stay in jail, i know your mama hard to reach
it’s comin’ down, ain’t finish school, she might play ball, go to the league
but i’m still trippin’ into town, a reaper in a polo tee
have you ever lasted, bro? ’cause you was starvin’ and needed? and he was laughin’ with themselves behind your back like sh-t was sweet
told the bro, “just get it done,” he knew what’s good, i got his v
cap is on with wesson on me, n-ggas think the three’s a sweep
just get him gone, i got all the racks, it’s like what he be on
lil’ bro a donkey, hhe don’t never cop a pole unless it’s chrome
oh, they ain’t know, college kids and weird hoes gettin’ that smoke, foot in the door
don’t make me kick it in there lil’ more
that n-gga told, that’s why the f-ck people support your skits alone
a n-gga diss my father, soldier, i’m raisin’ h-ll on n-ggas’ nose

[chorus: paygotti]
baby said she got that oochie-wally sh-t, well, let me see
bro got peter piper pole like he throw shots with dmb
sippin’ wine consistent pain and f-cked around and stained a tee
i’m a trophy, got the game inside my hand like psp
call me roddy, if i touch the top, it’s time to feed the streets
my b-tch caught the johnny scratch, she stuff the pack inside her cheeks
what you need? i got n-ggas sellin’ straps like dvds
with the extras, stop the flexin’, sh-t be gone before you blink
ballin’ on these n-ggas, really ain’t no competition
could work at kfc the way that i be flippin’ chicken
if it’s up there, hide your peoples, even grannies come up missin’

- paygotti

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