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letra de walk thru - peso peso

my youngin’ spinnin’ sh-t, he made your shooter tell (yeah)
a hundred p’s up in the spot, yeah i’m movin’ well (for real)
you say you had the ups on me, but how your shooter fail (how)
i heard y’all gettin’ caught with all y’all packs, y’all movin’ loose as h-ll (stupid)
you need a feature, cashapp or we can do the zelle (send it)
i ain’t got no time to make no song right now, i’m movin’ pale (i’m trappin’)
b-tch i don’t even want no head, because yo coochie smell (stinkin’)
5.7 feel just like a hammer, how that ruger nail (blat)
i hit up johnny for the emeralds, paid in all blues (for real)
glock just like a club, with that ar did a walk thru
i ain’t gonna lie, bae you fine but can you please watch who you talk to (watch it)
and i call my junkie’s puppies, how i serve ’em all this dog food (look here)
look at this benz, i can’t believe i spent one-fifty on this small coupe (yeah)
these n-ggas think this sh-ts a game, ’til i send boogie man the drop too (ha)
you’re not a trapper, not a shooter and i heard you talk to cops too
i’m finna inna go pull out two-fifty, while these n-ggas flexin’ small loot
we done shot him, we done shot them and i done shot you (boy)
these n-ggas say that they be spinnin’ ’til they dizzy, that is not true
y’all got hit up and then y’all went and made a song, that is not cool
i’m on that lean, sometimes i get a little mean but i am not rude (nah)
i’m in lamborghini urus with your b-tch finna get topped off
we talkin pape, eatin lobster with the steak, me and the mob boss
aye baby you ain’t talkin cheddar, i don’t care on what you talk ’bout
and me and walk, we spendin’ racks up in the jeweler till we walk out
a n-gga play he getting crossed out, send him to his maker
deep on the net, oh you already dead, send that boy a prayer (yeah)
your b-tch had hit me sayin’ she lovin’ how i’m livin’, i’m a player (peso)
that sh-t get scary when i’m masked up in all black just like the raiders (peso)
you see my neck, i spent a check yeah, look at all these layers (what else?)
he put a (k-bump?) for these thotiana’s, call that boy the savior
that b-tch a demon eatin’ s-m-n, when she take shots without a chaser
i see a op i tag him up, right when i spot him with a laser (blat)

- peso peso

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