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letra de samba de amigo - pe$o pete

[intro: pe$o pete]
uh
uh?
órale, wyt
camile, camile
f-ck!

[verse 1: pe$o pete]
i just had to go and get a bag real quick, man
b-tch keep playin’ like a war, ah
b-tch keep on playin’ like a wario ware minigame
they talk about yung pe$o like a myth, i’m foreally, man
i’m gon’ come out of that sh-t wit’ some billys, man
you don’t even know what i sesh, it’s a new strain
f-ck top life, get rope, need new pain
b-tch, i ain’t chillin’ on the floor, i’m on the ceiling

[verse 2: pe$o pete]
ooh! b-tch back it up like cement truck
i just had to come up outta cut with them bands up
i got bands up, uh, i got bands up, uh
i got bands up, uh, i got bands up, uh
i got bands up, uh, i got bands up, uh
i got bands up, uh, i got bands up, ooh
shoot my shot with a baddie, it’s a free throw
b-tch, i got rhythm like samba de amigo-migo
never had to b-tch about a blue note, b-tch, ’cause i steady be in booth singin’ c-notes
they don’t even know what it takes to be me, though
i’ma have to show ’em ’bout the recipe
hold up, lil’ b-tch, had to write it down, b-tch
had to write it down, b-tch
had to write it down, b-tch
said i’m so clean, b-tch, told ’em, “wipe me down, b-tch”
uh, now i’m grindin’ out, b-tch
how i’m ridin’ out, b-tch
like a diamond out, b-tch
out the rough, lil’ b-tch
you ain’t— you ain’t on, you ain’t tough, lil’ b-tch
you ain’t up, lil’ b-tch
you ain’t married to the money, you ain’t cuffed, lil’ b-tch
i’ma— ugh
[verse 3: lime king & pe$o pete]
watch how i step, b-tch
go-got an avalanche on my left wrist
bad girl about to hit the bestest
your mom and your sister on my checklist
my money galactic like i’m ghetsis
your b-tch at my house and she gon’ get d-ck
i be ’bout the blue like i’m a leftist
gettin’ all this money is my fetish
wah, b-tch, i’m the goat
go-got a bad b-tch, i’m in her throat, huh, wuh (continue?)
i don’t mean to boast
i just got the louis on coat
the boy said he gon’ fight, but he won’t
he mad i’m gettin’ money, he don’t (anti-broke coalition)
all this drip on me, i need a boat
all this drip on me, i be the moat
you can’t step in my castle
i’m the sh-t, so they call me an assh0l-
she be handin’ her box out to every b-tch, thought we playin’ pass the parcel
she on her knees like a past apostle
we gon’ send that b-tch to church ’cause there ain’t no god in my bedroom
he talkin’ sh-t so he gonna be dead soon
i’ll be nutty like a legume
i got that d-ck in my hand; pause! resume
they steal my words, they gon’ still need a résumé
f-ck the law, i am not one to legislate
goin’ to h-ll, but we send them to heaven’s gate
[outro: lime king & pe$o pete]
bad b-tch up on my d-ck
bad b-tch up on my d-ck
b-bad b-tch up on my d-ck, woah
bad b-tch up on my d-ck (don’t ever fold)
b-bad b-tch, bad b-tch
bad b-tch, b-b-bad-bad b-tch
ba-bad b-b-tch
bad b-b-tch
eatin’ my d-ck like babish
(hahaha)

- peo pete

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