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letra de eating on tacos - peso peso

[intro]
ayyye, ouu
peso, peso, peso, peso
yeah

[chorus]
n-gga rep your gang, n-gga, throw that sh-t up
he say he got a pint of wock’ well po that sh-t up
yeah, your partna got dropped, and he need to get picked up
this ar-15’ll shoot your ribs up
all this drip on me, but i can’t slip up
n-gga play with the gang, in the ground, where you end up

[verse]
these n-ggas so funny, ain’t got no money
my diamonds so shiny when the sky ain’t sunny
i got thirty pounds in a lv luggage
my gas so loud you can smell me bumming
i’m on the highway strapped up, sliding with my vatos
i’m in the back of the foreign car eating on tacos
and i’m so bool in the hood, i can have on all my jewelry and walk with a blindfold
can’t fool with these n-ggas, they change like the weather
it’s just me and my brothers, we bangin’ together
i’m in the lamb’ truck, n-gga, this is not no tesla
get your bands up, n-gga, you ain’t got no cheddar
i’m sliding around in a drop-top, finna pull up to the trap spot, jump like hopscotch
ya’ll shooting other cars, but nah, we hop out
f-ck the internet sh-t, n-gga, just pop out
n-ggas know what bracking
b-tch fn clips all in my jacket
n-ggas all on the ‘gram talking ’bout they gon’ clap
but if a n-gga get shot, i don’t know what happened
i just went and cashed out on a brand new ar
these n-ggas ain’t tough, these n-ggas just play hard
boy, you need to go get your chain from the jeweler, that b-tch been ready and need to be payed off
all this drip on me, young n-gga so bling
i walk around in alexander mcqueen
twelve hundred my pants, amiri my jeans
if lil bro shoot the chop’ he clearing the scene
police on my d-ck, tryna put me in the bail
i got racks in the safe and i ball like hakeem
i’m a real don dada
yeah, n-gga, peso, he a real tough shotta
i’m in the maybach benz and i’m eating on lobster
all these racks on me, i don’t need no watch
all these racks on me, when i go out shopping
all these racks on me, my opps like to watch me
ayyye, i got choppas, and glocks, and fn’s
i heard these f-ck n-ggas tryna put the police on me
don’t get too close, you don’t know me homie
i just counted five hundred racks by my lonely
yeah, i’m the the lamb’ truck, (skrtt), finna come to your hood
if you need you a pack, pull up, it’s good
strapped up with a cannon just like i should
i got a drac’ on me, better not play with me, you gon’ make grip that ‘wood
i’m counting up ‘fetti, watching ed, edd n eddy
yeah, i got a lot of foreigns, but i trap out a chevy
i bet your b-tch want my d-ck in a bentley
all these chains on my neck, this sh-t too heavy
you get hit with a bl!ck if the sh-t get hit
n-gga, f-ck shooting slugs, lil n-gga, come check it

- peso peso

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