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letra de massage parlor - peysoh & daboii

[intro: peysoh]
ayy

[chorus: peysoh]
we go through if he ain’t dead, get his brother touched
i got a thing for opp b-tches, i can’t get enough
i know she prolly wanna k!ll me, f-ck her with my gun
she had a baby with an opp, so i’ma slap her son
we go through if he ain’t dead, get his brother touched
i got a thing for opp b-tches, i can’t get enough
i know she prolly wanna k!ll me, f-ck her with my gun
she had a baby with an opp, so i’ma slap her son

[verse 1: peysoh]
off this henny, i hit baby with a two-step
that one hat was kinda cute, but i left two dead
can’t pick the color on my urus, i need two next
and if it’s ’bout a bag, i’ll go stupid like i’m too sped
choppa tearin’ up your belly, call it tummy tuck
massage parlor with a asian, get sucky suck
i broke the b-tch thinkin’ she was gettin’ puppy love
head tap, how the f-ck he breathin’? you a lucky f-ck
a good girl for instagram, but she a school thot
i’m tryna do my dance with it, f-ck a cool glock
and we don’t do no half-crate, i need full box
peach enough for bl!cks, now i’m slime with a full chop
i got a handy shooting missile, this a c-ckade
all that stuffin’ ’bout it get your brother blocked, bae
he think movin’ out cool, you is not safe
mentionin’ my brother h-lla funny till he got faced
[chorus: peysoh]
we go through if he ain’t dead, get his brother touched
i got a thing for opp b-tches, i can’t get enough
i know she prolly wanna k!ll me, f-ck her with my gun
she had a baby with an opp, so i’ma slap her son
we go through if he ain’t dead, get his brother touched
i got a thing for opp b-tches, i can’t get enough
i know she prolly wanna k!ll me, f-ck her with my gun
she had a baby with an opp, so i’ma slap her son

[verse 2: daboii]
i got a thing for opp b-tches
can’t shout out what’s-his-name ’cause all he do is drop n-gga
you gotta cop at least three, or you can’t even shop with us
don’t be speakin’ on them skits if you wasn’t in that cot, n-gga
we ain’t entertain the trollin’, p-ssy n-gga, make a move
i been runnin’ from the rolls, i had a scuff on my shoe
airwear, chest out, i ain’t tuckin’ in no jewels
why you cuffin’ on that b-tch? you know she f-ckin’, nothin’ new
sob, ywn and sh-t, i’m reppin’ to the grave
i look myself up in the mirror, look how far a n-gga came
everybody blood-related, but they gon’ label us a gang
i tipped the waiter two hundred, i told lil’ baby, “keep the change”
let a n-gga back door, he gon’ get front door
i hit the scene, i’m fresh to death, but this a sloppy dumb road
she wasn’t tryna hand it over, i told her, “get the f-ck on”
yeah, my temper’s short as f-ck, but baby know the bucks long
on the gang, n-gga
[chorus: peysoh]
we go through if he ain’t dead, get his brother touched
i got a thing for opp b-tches, i can’t get enough
i know she prolly wanna k!ll me, f-ck her with my gun
she had a baby with an opp, so i’ma slap her son
we go through if he ain’t dead, get his brother touched
i got a thing for opp b-tches, i can’t get enough
i know she prolly wanna k!ll me, f-ck her with my gun
she had a baby with an opp, so i’ma slap her son

- peysoh daboii

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