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letra de salsa goat - peso peso

[intro]
ouu quad this sh-t bang

[verse 1: peso peso]
go hard, splashed up in a h-llcat
i got lean, got percs, got p’s, yeah i sell that
i’m in l.a tryna see where the bud at
put a bad b-tch on a flight, i ain’t even gotta mail that
i’m in the maybach benz with louis v linen
in the trap, cooking hard with a tool in the kitchen
n-gga play with the sauce and his crew gon’ be missing
you be trappin’ and k!llin’? n-gga who is you kidding?
it don’t matter where i’m at, got a fn tucked
you be talking on the ‘gram like you can’t get touched
i got dior on my body, got pack in the masi’, n-gga reach for my chain gon’ get hit up
i ain’t never going broke, i’ma die rich
rolex on my wrist cost 5 bricks
had to cut a couple n-ggas off ’cause they on some opp sh-t
n-ggas acting like they balling, but we know that they not rich

[verse 2: sauce gohan]
peso pulled up in the lambo
two .30 clips and it go on rambo
trunk full of ammo
we ain’t even gotta talk sh-t, we’ll air this b-tch out if they ain’t know
i’ma trap hard ’til the bank
ice send a b-tch to the end of the rainbow
yeah, pocket full of hundos
play with the sauce, (fah, fah), ’cause the gun close
see me? i’ma get the bag, if you ain’t know
40-point diamonds in my earlobe
we gon’ spin his block like a disco
nonstop, nonstop, ’til we make a opp n-gga head toll
why you gotta hate? keep it real though, if you don’t wanna see me at the top tell me right now
30 racks on me when on n-gga smile, vvs blind, no flash, they gon’ all shine
[verse 3: peso peso]
new chain on my neck cost 50
and you know we shoot the gun ’til the whole thing empty
and i’m rich than a b-tch, so i know they envy
i had to cut the b-tch off ’cause she way too friendly
and i’m way too busy, i’m trappin’ and rappin’
i got percs in the drawer, got lean in the cabinet
we gon’ slide on the opp when she give us the addy
cash out on the packs when i go out to cali

[verse 4: sauce gohan]
man, i’m stuck in the trap, i don’t got a option
if it’s up in the air, then it’s stuck with my block
i’m in miami, i slide in a ‘rari
rocking dior and versace
look at my pinky, it’s rocky
walk in the room and the b-tch wanna top me
[?] at the game, that’s the posse
i don’t know about you, i’ma hustle regardless

[verse 5: peso peso]
i ain’t leaving the trap ’til i stack up 100
i got rich than a b-tch selling packs to the junkies
shoot the ar, (bah), lil n-gga, i’m toosie
i’ll splash up on a beef, i don’t really discuss
i was really in the hood serving 50’s
and i always had a dope fiend with me
i just caught me a play in givenchy
n-ggas know we run the whole bity
[verse 6: sauce gohan]
i got power like 50
i can knock the b-tch that you with in a minute
riding in the ‘cat, lil bro in the himi
one month on the block, i done ran up 60
play with me, you finished
i’ma have them young n-ggas sending, i’ma have them young n-ggas blissing
f-ck boy never did no mission
riding on the road, 100 racks in the sprinter

- peso peso

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