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letra de pea coat - toosii

[intro]
uh, tryna get rich i’ll prolly rob the bank
all my opps dead, turned em’ into dank
you crazy, you think i cared what the f-ck you say, uh
you say the wrong thing and we gon hit yo face

[chorus]
fly n-gga they go where ever he go
stay the same i’ll get a n-gga repo
big screen i’ll put em’ on vevo
600 shots, ian talkin’ bout memo
i like my p-ssy bald like kemo
honorary boat no sea note
tryna get to the green like ceelo
my shooter boujee, he’ll shoot in a pea coat
x2

[verse 1]
rob the robbers, them n-ggas ain’t k!lling
k!lled the k!llers, now they say we the villain
i roll with n-ggas who ain’t got no heart, what makes you think i got feelings
he wanna reach for my chain, he tempted
got a b-tch who is loyal, let’s get it
if you scared go to church, put that boy on a shirt, my shooters don’t do reminiscing
gotta shoot a .13, he a rocket
.40 bang, knocked his arm out a socket, uh
he a p-ssy, won’t pop like he drop it
imma hit the block, where the opps go shopping
granddaddy wanna know where the rocks is
put em down in the dirt where the rocks is
balenciaga, don’t know where the socks is
got a lil bit of fame, can’t go where the block is
but my b-tch keep telling me go back
they been hittin’ my o jack
bodies drop and we know who got toe tagged
news got my hoe mad, uh
cause she think we drilling sh-t
she don’t know they into it with another clique
all that tweeting, woulda got yo brother hit
spin the block, we gon’ get yo mother hit, on god
[chorus]
fly n-gga they go where ever he go
stay the same i’ll get a n-gga repo
big screen i’ll put em’ on vevo
600 shots, ian talkin’ bout memo
i like my p-ssy bald like kemo
honorary boat no sea note
tryna get to the green like ceelo
my shooter boujee, he’ll shoot in a pea coat
x2

[verse 2]
dolce gabanna, don’t care we’ll still slide
up the murder rates, f-ck it, the bills high
he don’t give it up, f-ck it, the real die
life a b-tch and her heels high
gotta ride with a hot leg
and you not an opp if you not dead
i still remember what my pops said
but f-ck it my pops fled it
n-gga i got straps like rambo
monkey now talk, run out of ammo
fourth time, maybe we’ll slide it in camo
he think he famous, we flippin’ the lambo
money gone just for thinkin’ you tough
i got a b-tch from the bluff
she a lil freak b-tch, lil freak b-tch, she’ll eat the d-ck up
but she think ion peep sh-t, she try to sneak sh-t, then imma put the b-tch up
and my right hand don’t pop pills, but if he pop pills, then it’s one in his cup
and i know he don’t got chill, but he hot still, so it’s one in the coffin
she addicted to meds, f-ckin’ with rapping n-ggas, now she swear she exhausted
[chorus]
fly n-gga they go where ever he go
stay the same i’ll get a n-gga repo
big screen i’ll put em’ on vevo
600 shots, ian talkin’ bout memo
i like my p-ssy bald like kemo
honorary boat no sea note
tryna get to the green like ceelo
my shooter boujee, he’ll shoot in a pea coat
x2

- toosii

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