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letra de peacemaker - puppetflip

[intro]
nah, why puppetflip built like a f-cking rat, bro?
and why ian built like a f-cking marshmallow?
michelin man lookin’ head ass boy man
boy, if you don’t shut the f-ck up, bro
i’m boutta drop this sh-t on you again, bruh

[chorus]
b-tch, i feel like a peacemaker
yeah, i be actin’ as your undertaker
all these rappers are just fakers
actin’ as a swinger for the la lakers
playin’ with her buns just like a baker
bars creative like mr. maker
your b-tch free? i might just take her
i’ll get better and forsake her
comin’ back with another hit
yeah, i dropped three for the h-ll of it
you should ask your b-tch if i’m celibatе
relax, just went out for a little bit
maybе that was an understatement
her jaw just felt a lil displacement
got her ring a lil encas-m-nt
oh my god, who’s that in the bas-m-nt?

[verse]
smokin’ that ian pack, havin’ some dudes all on his back
breakin’ it down, yo, he thinks hank is a baddy
let me pull up to his addy
he’s just mad he sounds like gumball
expect his mother to give him a phone call
oh my god, it’s the princ-p-l
don’t act like you still in a kid’s size pool
bringin’ it low, “cursed” would’ve won though
ian just spittin’ on nonsense, i got the god sense
how many racks i spent?
how many nudes has your b-tch sent?
way she pitchin’ the tent
yo, she just suckin’ for rent, how many guys she leant?
yo i’m clark kent, way i’m omnipotent
smith and wesson totin’, double shot, reloadin’
backshot demon way she be eatin’ my (what?)
oh my god, it’s insane, twenty one shots right into the brain
b-tch, i’m feelin’ like crane, ’cause of the way i be soarin’ the game
feelin’ like shinra with my flame
all of these opps just be lame, bringin’ a dazzle to every dame
lovin’ the way i jingle her bells, heard my new sh-t? yeah, it sells
’cause i’m the new king on top, every song on cancer was a flop
except “cursed” was the sh-t, yeah, jackal gang, we lit
all my opps just need to sit before they throw a fit
okay b-tch, let’s take a lil throwback
mid ass writer, ishowmeat rider
puppetflip needs to f-ckin’ dip ‘fore i place a f-ckin’ hit
try reconsider this ‘fore i drop another diss on your ass, huh?
triple bubble bottom, huh? yeah, i’ma load ’em up, cuh
who the motherf-cker tryin’ to stand on my name, this is my f-ckin’ game
so you best not try to interfere, you just a b-tch who’s bars are f-ckin’ insincere
smokin’ his pack, every song on this album lack
double flip rack on her chest, yeah, i’m givin’ my best
nothin’ less you’d expect from the one himself
puppetflip in a cell of my bars
f-ckin’ all these movie stars, reppin’ in my pimped cars
yeah, we shootin’ off to mars, perfect bein’ like kars
not talkin’ owen wilson, let me get you all to kneel
’cause i like to keep my sh-t unreal
[chorus]
b-tch, i feel like a peacemaker
yeah, i be actin’ as your undertaker
all these rappers are just fakers
actin’ as a swinger for the la lakers
playin’ with her buns just like a baker
bars creative like mr. maker
your b-tch free? i might just take her
i’ll get better and forsake her
comin’ back with another hit
yeah, i dropped three for the h-ll of it
you should ask your b-tch if i’m celibate
relax, just went out for a little bit

- puppetflip

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