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letra de sauce mafia - peso peso

[intro]
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[verse 1: ohgeesy & peso peso]
ayy, drip, get the drip, yeah, i swag
peso, he finna get that bag
g-star jeans, n-gga, while i sag
bimmer whip, and i’m finna do the dash
sellin’ pills and you know i sell that hash
if i want it, then she finna sell that -ss
smoke dope, b-tch, yeah, i get a bag
i drive bimmer whips, i don’t drive no jags
i said i got good d-ck, she said, “facts”
said i got good d-ck, she said, “facts”
said i got good d-ck, that’s no cap
said i got good d-ck, that’s no cap
ho, you from the east coast
d-ck her off a perc’, n-gga, i’m in beast mode
all about the chips, n-gga, like a frito
all about the chips like a hot cheeto
young fly n-gga, and you know i’m mexican
good d-ck, it’s gon’ make her want some s-x again
no phone calls, n-gga, i won’t text again
no phone calls, n-gga, i won’t text again
i’m with peso, n-gga, we up in texas then
if you want that beef, your block get wet again
say you got some good p-ssy, finna sell it then
say you want some good pack, i’m finna mail it then (splash, ayy)

[verse 2: peso peso]
and i’m splashin’ ’round with the tool out
n-gga talkin’ reckless, i just block him, make him move out
take a trip to the bay, then the pounds got flew out
and i’m smashin’ in the ‘rari and i’m slidin’ with the roof off
i got a glock with a thirty and a carbine with a fifty
the traphouse don’t close like i’m serving out a dennys
and i’m slidin’ ’round town with thirty pounds in a bentley
with my neck and my mouth iced out, got me shivering
ayy, i’m bathing ape to my socks
and if a n-gga try to plot, i’ma put him in a box
i be trappin’ out the spot, i ain’t punchin’ on no clocks
i be breakin’ all these b-tches, i ain’t lovin’ on no thot
i be drippin’, i be splashin’, i got pints inside my cabin
you be hatin’, you be salty, you ain’t never had no cabbage
you a p-ssy, you a buster, you ain’t never been a savage
in the trap ten toes, i got kilos in my mattress (ayy)
and today was a good day
went to the trap late and i dodged a whole drug raid
a hundred pounds in the kitchen, lil’ n-gga, let’s get it
my hitter itchin’ for a body, finna send him on a mission
and i’m clutchin’ on a glizzy if a n-gga get to trippin’
po-po slice a n-gga up and put them racks in the ceiling
that murder run through my blood ’cause my po-po was a k!ller
fendi poncho on my body ’cause it’s cold in the winter (splash)

[verse 3: sauce walka]
new maybach, thirty miles on it
baby bottles in the backseat, but not a towel on it
spent 30k at the dentist just to smile on it
jacket from the th-rnberrys, it’s fur from the wild on it
benz hit the gr-ss like a tiger, it got a prowl on it
right arm got so much water, i put a towel on it
the ref say i play too hard, he put a foul on me
i take the tech’ and look at the crowd, this sh-t wild, homie
i guess i’m the mvp
big endors-m-nts, all the b-tch n-ggas envy me
i step back and hit the three, i look like kd
i done opened cookie smoke with me and ohgeesy, p
sauce drippin’ on the floor like a honey rib
i sat down for three and came home to a hundred still
lot of n-ggas free this whole time and got nothin’ still
off of youtube money, i could buy a hundred cribs
ooh-wee

- peso peso

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