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letra de don't stop - perrion

verse 1:
supreme beanie with the widows peak peekin’
never tweakin’, as a youngin’ freakin’ shorties had em sneakin’
out their house on the week days
hoping that they don’t get caught creepin’ out the crib while their moms sleepin’
everywhere i go these hoes peepin’
cheatin’ while they out with their friends
mentioning that they wanna meet and speak with him
“who’s that dude on stage and whats his age?
he’s fresh as h-ll,” and they notice i’m on the right page
but, back to the swag
diamond supply poppin’ off the tags
showing off the devoni belt when i sag
these tan colored altamont pants
and everything is new except for my shoes because i’m skating in my vans…
cause’ no i’m not a motherf-ckin’ hypebeast
so a lot of these rappers in the game won’t like me
n-gga i’m most likely
chillin’ in the heights with the crew sippin heinis’
skating and eating iceys…
yummm

verse 2:
theres.. no f-ckin’ way that anybody’s gonna stop me
i’m a cool n-gga headed to the goal, but no b-tch we ain’t playin’ hockey
so no goalies’ trynna stop me
k!lling rappers they need autopsies
irrelevant, they’re f-cking floppy disks
copy this, and watch me p-ss another flow out
i’m poppin’ like before you poe’ the moe’ out
so hoes know bout’
that little n-gga who be rippin’ all these instrumentals
and as long as the p-ssy ain’t smelly, then i’ll go south
i keep it g and super dope that’s why the fans believe
claim you gettin’ bread?
well that just makes you a ham with cheese
dammit please, stop, is what they’re all begging me to do because i’m spitting every f-cking word so phonetically
all of you generic beings, are just my genetics being
s-m-n spittin’ out my p-n-s
that just means i birthed you n-ggas
first they wanna hate you, then they love you when you’re making cheese and wanna ask for things, but get denied, now you’re hurtin’ n-gga
and all them hoes gon’ wanna slurp a n-gga
rhyme so outlandish that they don’t even believe that i’m from earth my
n-gga!
and yeah i murder sh-t on purpose n-gga!
no more shine for other rappers like i closed the f-ckin’ curtains n-gga
give me more than them 2 quarters because i ain’t worthless n-gga!
i’ma’ get rich without snitching don’t call me curtis
no courtesy with all these verses i disperse with all these curses
not afraid to say that i rehe-rs-d it
it’s ill n-gga
that’s why they all feel it n-gga

- perrion

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