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letra de tsf mexico - peso peso

[intro]
glizzy what you cookin’ up?
ayyye, drip, splash
tsf mexico, mexico, mexico, mexico
ouu, yeah yeah, yeah, drip, splash

[verse]
i ball in the galleria while i’m sticked up
i’m f-cking on your baby mama, pick your kids up
we running your trap, why you wearing a zip up?
he thought it was a twenty, lil n-gga it’s a stick up
i’m with walk’, toting macs in a bentley
you getting get shot in your face just for acting too fishy
too much money, so i can’t wire that sh-t, so you know i had to rap in that city
i can’t hang with the n-ggas, these n-ggas is soft
n-gga beg for a front, but can’t get that sh-t off
n-gga play with this sh-t, then it ain’t nothing to sum my youngins to scoot with sticks at your house
finna hop out the ghost, peek-a-boo
try to reach for chain, then i’m upping my heat on you
and i’m bound to the booth, lil n-gga, i ain’t seeing you
ol’ greedy ass n-gga, h-ll nah, i can’t eat with you
i’m in your hood and i’m looking for grease
peso peso, i got racks in my t–th
don’t be mad at me ’cause you get paid once a week
keep a stick on my hip, bet’ not run up on my
run off with your packs, lil n-gga, come and get it
i ride with the drac’ like my partna is drizzy
if we hear that you plotting, we washing your dishes
the doctor told him that we shot at his kidney, doctor told him that he might not make
it’s 2019, i’m selling crack like the 80’s
laws tried to pull me over, but i evaded
shout out to carl, he beat all my cases
i trap in balenci’, these rappers are friendly
you come to my hood, it’s just trappin’ and k!llin’
walk a n-gga down while i’m laughin’ and grinnin’
i’m on your block selling packs with a glizzy
we shot at them n-ggas, but they never shot back
trappin’ out the mansion, treat that b-tch like the projects
all that smoke in the building, you gon’ get a contract
i got b-tches, and k!llers, and jackers on contract
walk in my spot if you tryna get fixed up
you don’t know how to fight, lil n-gga, pick your chin up
i’m serving a pack, while i got a fn tucked
i f-ck on your b-tch, now she washing my benz up
glock tucked in my balmains
i was up early taking ya’ll stains
i’m in all black like i’m bruce wayne
and i’m balling on n-ggas like 2k
n-ggas talking reckless on the internet, not doing nothing, that’s a new wave
get a n-gga wacked in a few days
i was locked up taking n-ggas trays
n-gga play with the gang, then we spinnin’ your section
we wack your brother just to send you a message
how the f-ck you look up to a n-gga that’s telling?
these nigas are hating, mad, and jealous
[outro]
ayyye, drip, splash
tsf mexico, mexico, mexico, mexico
tsf mexico, mexico
drip!

- peso peso

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