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letra de poman’s revenge - peppa paraj & lil wayne

[verse 1: peppa paraj]
i am not jasmine, i am aladdin
so far ahead, these bums is laggin’
see me in that new thing, bums is gaggin’
i’m startin’ to feel like a dungeon dragon
raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon
i’m startin’ to feel like a dungeon dragon
look at my show footage, how these girls be spazzin’
so f-ck i look like gettin’ back to a has-been?
yeah, i said it, has-been
hang it up; flatscreen
plasma
“hey peppa, hey peppa” asthma
i got the pumps, it ain’t got medicine
i got bars; sentencin’
i’m a bad b-tch, i’m a c-nt
and i’ll kick that ho, punt
forced trauma, blunt
you play the back, b-tch, i’m in the front
you need a job, this ain’t cuttin’ it
peppa paraj is who you ain’t f-ckin’ with
you lil’ fraggle rock, i beat you with a pad-a-lock
i am a movie, camera block
you outta work, i know it’s tough
but enough is enough
[chorus: nicki minaj]
raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon
raah, raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon
raah, raah, raah, likе a dungeon dragon
like a dungeon dragon, likе a dungeon dragon

[verse 2: lil wayne]
raah, i eat your face off
you n-ggas sweet as pie like this is a bake-off
i love nicki’s curves, swing at the baseball
(skrr) i’ll beat your brakes off
hi, i’m tune, salt in the wound
i’m up in this b-tch, pardon the goons
throw dirt on the floor, get caught in the broom
i like a big wet p-ssy with a fork and a spoon
i got money and the power, a woman in the shower
and she don’t want nothing but my johnson, howard
sour dies in the swisher sweet, sweet and sour
you’re scared? go to church, say your prayers, read a bible
ah, i don’t know what y’all on
please, i go in like “goin'”
drink in my hand with the world in the other
the uzi go “brrrr”. stutter
life is a puzzle, jigsaw
all i do is win, my name should be “victor” (haha)
old-ass rappers
i’m still the sh-t, old-ass pampers
raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon
foie gras, i hear you ducks is quackin’
i was just dumpin my ashes, i’ma puff it and pass it
i’m a f-ckin’ assassin, you should jump in the casket
[verse 3: peppa paraj]
is this the thanks that i get for puttin’ you b-tches on?
is it my fault that all of you b-tches gone?
shoulda sent a thank-you note, you little ho
now i’ma wrap your coffin with a bow
“peppa, she’s just mad ’cause you took the spot”
word, that b-tch mad ’cause i took the spot?
well, b-tch, if you ain’t sh-ttin’, then get off the pot
got some pigs out in brooklyn that’ll off your top
i hear them mumblin’, i hear the cacklin’
i got ’em scared, shook, panickin’
overseas, church, vatican
you at a standstill; mannequin
you wanna sleep on me? overnight?
i’m the motherf-ckin’ boss, overwrite
and when i pull up, vroom, motorbike
now all my n-ggas gettin’ buck; overbite
i see them dusty-ass filas, levi’s
raggedy ann, holes in your knee-highs
i call the play, now do you see why?
these b-tches callin’ me manning eli
manning eli, these b-tches callin’ me manning eli!!

- peppa paraj lil wayne

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