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letra de cous' - pierce washington

[intro]
wait

[chorus]
p finna give ’em what they want, uh (okay)
backpack full of that skunk, uh (okay)
bassline boomin’ in the trunk, uh (okay)
whole block full of that funky sh-t
kinfolk movin’ that dope again (okay)
this sh-t hittin’ like (one, two), uh
big back burnin’ my toast again (okay)
b-tch, come run me my ones

[verse 1]
back like twenty-three, cousin, uh (okay)
45 huggin’ me, cousin, uh (okay)
burnin’ my energy, cousin, uh (okay)
what it is? what it be, cousin? uh (okay)
phone ring, what you need?
lay it all out on the line, my n-gga, it’s nothing, uh
plenty more mini-mes, cousin, uh
n-gga, don’t sweat it, we buzzin’, uh
trip to the southside
a cold case and the b-tch left ’em out dry
at your place in the back waitin’ outside
with no face and a stick with a red eye, it’s point blank
stuck in the motion
kinfolk dirty up hands for the pape’ whеn the check comin’ late
n-gga might crash for rеspect out the gate
sh-t’ll get goin’, my n-gga, just wait
[chorus]
p finna give ’em what they want, uh (okay)
backpack full of that skunk, uh (okay)
bassline boomin’ in the trunk, uh (okay)
whole block full of that funky sh-t
kinfolk movin’ that dope again (okay)
this sh-t hittin’ like (one, two), uh
big back burnin’ my toast again (okay)
b-tch, come run me my— wait

[verse 2]
i’m thinkin’ n-ggas should cut it out
i spent a band on baccarat
three on the chrome, it’s solid out
one-of-one fleece, i got a lot
i caught a view on a private beach
and ain’t wanna leave, so i bought it out
can’t hear what these n-ggas talkin’ ’bout
lace up the boot, we can walk it out
i been on one since a jit, my n-gga
pull up with a band, we can rock it out
i got a thing for your b-tch, my n-gga
i might swoop her up in a pair of docs
or a pair of sweats
ain’t no pressure, it’s effortless
i’ma air it for my respect
kinfolk just hit me ’bout food for the plate
sh-t’ll get goin’, my n-gga, just wait
[chorus]
p finna give ’em what they want, uh (okay)
backpack full of that skunk, uh (okay)
bassline boomin’ in the trunk, uh (okay)
whole block full of that funky sh-t
kinfolk movin’ that dope again (okay)
this sh-t hittin’ like (one, two), uh
big back burnin’ my toast again (okay)
b-tch, come run me my— wait

[outro]
nah, n-gga, you need to hurry up and
pop out, i been, i been waitin’ on you to come down and drop, drop somethin’ in the motherf-ckin’ streets, n-gga
it’s been like a year since you came out with some sh-t by yourself, n-gga
hop on some other sh-t, i wanna hear you crash—

- pierce washington

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