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letra de no names - ssg splurge

[intro: peso peso]
splash!
ooh
bass lord

[verse 1: peso peso]
got chopper on me with 100 shots if you play with the gang
if somebody get shot right now on my side then i swear we ain’t saying no names (noo)
come to your house and i’m lettin’ it bang
on the block in the drought sellin’ rocks in the rain
i trap in versace while servin’ a brick
in the name of lou-lou, i’ma skoot up with sticks (lou-lou)
you lovin’ that b-tch, i get racks from that ho’ (ayy)
heard you caught a case that made you rat on your bro
me and julo, we still laugh at the fact that he tried to jack and he got clapped at the door (no way)
these n-ggas know that i’m spashing and drippin’
in the bottom with choppers, i trap with a glizzy (drip, splash)
i don’t play about this sh-t, i’ma spash up and k!ll ’em
then i’m back to the trap, countin’ hundreds and fifties (ayy)

[verse 2: ssg splurge]
pull up with chop-chops
we got the drop on your trap spot
bad b-tch walk around with her ass out (uh)
you can play that don sh-t, get yo’ ass shot (blaw)
i’m on perc, i’m on drank, purple (purple)
told her throw it back, throw it in a circle (up)
time to clear that b-tch up, like she godd-mn urkel
got the trap sack gone, we ain’t’ runnin’ no purses (no purses)
broke the b-tch out for four bands (four)
you ain’t sellin’ sh-t, you the doorman (door)
had a young n-gga jump out that minivan (brap)
play with them sticks, n-gga though we couldn’t get them in (huh?)
got junkies outside and they’re smokin’ with coke cans (b-tch)
if you ain’t got no bread, better whip up an o then
whip it right now, put that sh-t on a boat then (pheww)
n-ggas only though, when they done popped four xans
we rollin’ that x, while that n-gga rollin’ (rollin’)
[verse 3: peso peso]
ayy, ooh
if you play with the sauce, you get wacked for a p
peso peso, i get racks in my sleep
try to reach for my chain, you get put in a tee
me & splurge tottin’ big guns
hit a n-gga up until he can’t get up (blaw, blaw)
i was sixteen when i was pickin’ bricks up
n-gga want grease, hit yo’ whole clique up (ayy)

[verse 4: ssg splurge]
i want the 30’s, the better (better)
i’m with the hardest ese ever (hardest)
n-gga got bars, tell ’em mail ’em (phew)
.223 in his car, spin his melon (blaw, blaw, blaw)
wrapped it up twenty-two times, still smell it
got a white boy, he’ll shoot it like red-ck (phew)
catch you like paul in his car, he ain’t ready (skrr)
.9 hold weight, lil’ n-gga i’m heavy (i’m heavy)

[outro]
bass lord

- ssg splurge

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