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letra de grown man business - peso peso

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[intro]
(beat that motherf-cker up, quad)

[verse 1: ralfy the plug]
play callin’ with john madden, we’ll blitz n-ggas
i can go anywhere in the city long as the hit stick with me
two, three bullets like blade blade ready to rip n-ggas
look at my diamonds and look at theirs, it’s a big difference
b-tch, don’t compare me to no bums, i’m big pimpin’
treat his head like divorce court and split wiggim
he perkied up, probably talkin’ to chief [?]
heavy metal on me, hangin’ with rockstars, bullets won’t misfit him
[?] kickin’ me out the club, he said, “why your wrist always trippin’?”
gave me all your money to me ’cause she don’t bеlieve in your vision
don’t beat thе b-tch ’cause she choosin’, let her make her own decisions
if you broke, n-gga, stop askin’ questions, it’s grown man business

[chorus: ralfy the plug]
b-tch, you sure you wanna get up in this grown man business?
she asked me who i’m f-ckin’, b-tch, none of your d-mn business
i would chip an opp lover but he ain’t on nothin’ either
any b-tch that’s tryna bring the dough, i need ’em
b-tch, you sure you wanna get up in this grown man business?
she asked me who i’m f-ckin’, b-tch, none of your d-mn business
i would chip an opp lover but he ain’t on nothin’ either
any b-tch that’s tryna bring the dough, i need ’em
[verse 2: peso peso]
n-gga trip, get flipped, i’ll send him to jesus
my brother tryna catch a bucket, n-gga, give him a reason
takin’ pics with a gun, you a wannabe demon
walk up in saks, spend racks and do the same up in neimans
i shave heads with this tec, n-gga, come get an edge up
i see ’em hatin’ that we thumbin’ through these racks, n-gga, catch up
ain’t never worried ’bout no jackin’, what you think i got legs for?
and all the cars paid off, i thought a broke n-gga said somethin’
you old n-ggas hatin’ on me youngins, ’cause you got less [?]
don’t make me send shh, to your house, boy, he’s a bread taker
and my brother what’s his name keep a strap while i’m [?]
i’m off a ten, while i’m all in your b-tch, i’m a leg shaker

[chorus: ralfy the plug]
b-tch, you sure you wanna get up in this grown man business?
she asked me who i’m f-ckin’, b-tch, none of your d-mn business
i would chip an opp lover but he ain’t on nothin’ either
any b-tch that’s tryna bring the dough, i need ’em
b-tch, you sure you wanna get up in this grown man business?
she asked me who i’m f-ckin’, b-tch, none of your d-mn business
i would chip an opp lover but he ain’t on nothin’ either
any b-tch that’s tryna bring the dough, i need ’em

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