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letra de fux wit shorty - peewee longway

[chorus]
had to f-ck with shorty, bad lil’ b-tch [?]
gold rollie busted, bought the cuban just to [?] it
i like my money gorgeous, all my whips one b-tton, on forgis
money machine cl!ckin’, all my weed sticky
[?]
[?]
put the drum in the carbine, robbin’
let’s jump in the [?] massages
drip on ’em, dolce gabbana
don’t lie to me, lie to your honor
run up them bands, them bundles
don’t lie to me, lie to your mama
[verse 1]
hunnid bags, copped me a [?]
got them cheap bags, three-hundred cheaper
country boy still on my beeper
money machine be beeping out reefer
indica, [?] sativa
deported, my b-tch need a visa
she foreign, one b-tton on the diesel
blue benjis, my jeans, they [?]
pop goes the weasel
chicken pox, [?] got the measles
the pot, the pan, the beater
i’m cooking that [?], that [?]
she was dyin’ for longway to meet her
when i pull up, i smoke one and beat it
i like my money gorgeous and i trap in dior sneakers
money machine go beep-beep
i go deep, she skeet-skeet
she bustin’ it open for wee
jump in that bentley, get comfortable
i [?] my watch by the thermometer
they jump out the rear, the bumper
we puffin’ and chokin’ obama

[chorus]
had to f-ck with shorty, bad lil’ b-tch [?]
gold rollie busted, bought the cuban just to [?] it
i like my money gorgeous, all my whips one b-tton, on forgis
money machine cl!ckin’, all my weed sticky
[?]
[?]
put the drum in the carbine, robbin’
let’s jump in the [?] massages
drip on ’em, dolce gabbana
don’t lie to me, lie to your honor
run up them bands, them bundles
don’t lie to me, lie to your mama
[verse 2]
got two-hundred on the odometer
jump in the bentley, get comfortable
smokin’ on barack obama bud
mix my medicine like i’m a pharmacist
i like my money gorgeous, [?] enormous
63 on forgis and my ceiling came from orbit
got cocaine, sis’, come snort it
that lil’ mission you on? about to abort it
i been f-ckin’ her raw, need abortion
i been tryin’ my best to ignore it
when i go deep, she skeet-skeet on me, skeet-skeet on me
she freakin’ and bustin’ for wee
i’m dozin’ on ‘tussin and lean
lemon tree and russian cream
got bricks of that [?]
we got sticks like [?]
thousand bowls of that collard green
diamond like a brick of that ‘methazine
drippin’ in chanel and amiri jeans
had to f-ck with shorty, she a mini-me (longway, b-tch)

- peewee longway

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