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letra de ugly ass mf - peter peter poo

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[intro]
she’s an ugly ass motherf-cker on god
i’m tryna put like twenty-five racks on my jaw

[chorus]
7am still sipping on wok (wok)
new b-tch she cleaning my kn-b (b-tch!)

you an ugly ass motherf-cker on god (on god)
put twenty-five racks on my jaw (racks)
7am still sipping on wok (wok)
new b-tch she cleaning my kn-b (b-tch!)

[verse 1]
reckless (aye), reckless (yuh)
d-ck choke her no necklace (neck)
told a b-tch make a movie no netfilx
said she love me but i’m on to my next b-tch (b-tch!)

x (x), x (x), x (x), x (on x)
yeah i’m geeked up no question (no question)
bands on bands i don’t need protection
(b-tch)

yeah, .30 on me and i keep me a scope (keep me a scope)
been off the tabs but i’m still on the dope (still on the dope)
keep rolling up because i want the smoke (i want the smoke)

money still dirty turn sprite into lean (into lean)
p-ss on the b-tch and no i am not clean (i am not clean)
pockets turn crip yeah i don’t want the green (don’t want the green)
f-ck with me boy you get shots to the spleen

f-ck your attitude man

i beat her p-ssy up make her look ugly (i do)
if i don’t cum then i’m taking her money (i am)
she think i love her well b-tch you are funny (you funny)

no you won’t change me so don’t even try (nope)
hoes never change but the shrooms never lie (b-tch)
sipping on booze since age 5 (drank)
leave that b-tch begging to die, jeff goldblum the fly

if she gon’ cry, i nut in her eye
she always high, her brain getting fried
ops in my corner i keep me a .9 (keep me a)
when she with you yeah her p-ssy is dry (true)

she sucking my d-ck, told me to stop, don’t understand b-tch enunciate (huh?)
ain’t hitting l!cks, yeah we on the top, don’t understand why they gonna hate (why?)

[chorus]
‘cus you an ugly ass motherf-cker on god (on god)
put twenty-five racks on my jaw (racks)
7am still sipping on wok (wok)
new b-tch she cleaning my kn-b (b-tch!)

you an ugly ass motherf-cker on god (on god)
put twenty-five racks on my jaw (racks)
7am still sipping on wok (wok)
new b-tch she cleaning my kn-b (b-tch!)

[verse 2]
want our lifestyle ‘cus she like this (yeah)
i could waste more money than a white b-tch (b-tch)
percs on percs on percs, racks too big they hurt, diamonds leaking like a bp (like a bp)
still do work, won’t stop ’til we first, said he see me on the tv

gotta new b-tch i need new phone (yeah)
necks on big ass stones (racks)

her legs stay open like julio jones (jones)
ain’t got no mirrors i don’t f-ck with clones (no)
don’t do no drive-ins your b-tch getting flown (b-tch)
boy you ain’t cool you still rocking vlone (huh?)

said he gon’ touch me i ain’t gonna let him (i ain’t)
f-ck on a tutor i teach her a lesson (f-ck)
i ain’t like drugs but that’s still how i’m living (still)
imma die young so i hope there’s a heaven

- peter peter poo

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