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letra de skootin up - peso peso

[intro]
aye
peso, peso, peso
ooh
splash, splash
aye
yeah

[verse 1 : peso peso]
b-tch i’m skootin’ up
i ain’t leavin’ till them n-ggas dead (no!)
that n-gga was talkin’ and i put a bullet in his head
got racks in my pockets, my cars exotic
pop out and smoke a n-gga like biscotti
i’m f-ckin a bad b-tch, but she don’t have sh-t, so i’m leaving her after i f-ck
i’m in the bottom with glocks and chops
i drip in versace, lil’ n-gga, not prada
i blend in with a fn, i’m catching plays like the redskins
i’m in the trap, countin’ up dead men
i’m with walka, we drippin’ in dead in
if i came on, bape needa make a bape mexico headband (aye)
on the block with a glock, while we get it in
you get shot in yo’ top, if you play with quin
and i’m drippin’ and splashin’ up in a benz
and i’m ballin’ harder than (?)
[verse 2 : quin nfn]
(gang, aye)
i hit with no shoes on
got the k in the coupe, for a n-gga that move wrong (aye, grra)
i been grindin’ for too long (gang !)
i’m still bout a jade on the dash in a school zone
they been sleeping in snooze on
i’m in the party sticked up, gettin my groove on (fa-fa)
gettin’ top with a suit on
got no love for a b-tch, i’mma hit it and move on
and i keep the glock on my body, n-gga
got a pretty bad b-tch, look like kylie, n-gga (she on)
i just popped me a bean not a molly, n-gga (gang!)
comet chop, the block like karate, n-gga (i’m on it!)
vvs wet like a f-ckin’ tsunami, n-gga
and i threw 20k on my body, n-gga
4-4 roll a wood of gelati, n-gga
got me movin’ f-cked up like a zombie, n-gga (i’m on it, hold on)

[verse 3 : peso peso]
in the trap house, it’s a lot of guns
with the chopstick, i’ll make a n-gga run
i’m out in austin, i’m smokin’ on some runtz
play with the sauce, i’mma hit a n-gga up
i ride by a ten, i chop up the brick
i just spent 10 racks on a outfit
you talk about that murda, we know you ain’t bout sh-t
i’m trappin’, rollin’, i got too many pounds lit
louis vuitton, i got some much racks, i feel like a don
boss sh-t, they know i’m livin’ large
in a mansion with a 6 car garage
i’m on the block and i’m sippin’ oil
i’m trappin’ everytime i go on tour
if you come at me, i’mma keep dangin’ door
walk in my spot, the choppa’s on the floor
walk in my room, i got bricks in the drawers
i’m trappin’ the top, when i hop in a foreign
(aye)

- peso peso

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