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letra de holy shit (untitled with guapo) - pi'erre bourne

[verse 1: guapo]
[?] she [?] me from the southside
my lil bro [?], huh, huh
any threat, no pg, gon’ get him wet, yeah
chrome heart on my t–th, just a drip, i drop the rack, huh
lv on my sneaks, just a drip, i drop the rack, uh
n-gga play with my game, i’m gon’ drop the racks
now with grz, [gd?], he pull up, droppin’ racks, uh
rocks all in my pocket like i’m servin’ dinner plates, uh
pi’erre put me on with this foreign broad, she from kuwait

[chorus: pi’erre bourne]
sossboy in my chest like vicks
i stomp on the beat, no ricks
she’s broke, she just want me to fix
pop in the hood like i’m fixing some sh-t
i f-ck with my favorite b-tch like holy sh-t, yeah, yeah
i f-ck with my favorite b-tch like holy sh-t, yeah, yeah
sossboy in my chest like vicks
i stomp on the beat, no ricks
timberland boots like juice and sh-t
b-tch, you know, these n-ggas gon’ switch
i f-ck with my favorite b-tch like holy sh-t, yeah, yeah
i f-ck with my favorite b-tch like holy sh-t, yeah, yeah
[verse 2: guapo]
ate my d-ck out in the car, she say she couldn’t wait, yeah
top of the mornin’, i woke up so plenty peas today, uh
top of the mornin’, yeah, b-tch woke me up givin’ me tappin’
hey, i put it on, get fresh by myself, don’t need no stylin’
trap out, get on, go, run up, big bang, roll like f-ckin’ [?]
yeah, yanks, [?], with no guidance, run around with the racket
beat the block, punch it down, like bad boy or rocky, yeah
i’m the gwop, keep it on, this is him, [miyagi?]

[verse 3: pi’erre bourne]
she open up like gap, you know she runnin’ back, wait
ayy, n-ggas keep ducking me, i swear they workin’ for aflac, wait
yeah, i can’t say that they like the [emt?], ain’t got time for that, ay
in that jank like a family tree, bust it open like a bottle cap
yeah, my love ain’t got no call id so i’m never gon’ call you back
i told this b-tch, stop startlin’ with me, she want me to promote her [?]
yeah, i ain’t no [?] stripper till she see me throwin’ some racks, uh
i blow the p-ssy in my crib, but you in here throwin’ your cap, uh
[chorus: pi’erre bourne]
sossboy in my chest like vicks
i stomp on the beat, no ricks
she’s broke, she just want me to fix
pop in the hood like i’m fixing some sh-t
i f-ck with my favorite b-tch like holy sh-t, yeah, yeah
i f-ck with my favorite b-tch like holy sh-t, yeah, yeah
sossboy in my chest like vicks
i stomp on the beat, no ricks
timberland boots like juice and sh-t
b-tch, you know, these n-ggas gon’ switch
i f-ck with my favorite b-tch like holy sh-t, yeah, yeah
i f-ck with my favorite b-tch like holy sh-t, yeah, d-mn

[open verse]

- pierre bourne

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