letra de peta / hoes - trippie redd
[produced by pi’erre bourne]
[intro: trippie redd]
somebody call peta
somebody call (yeah, yeah)
somebody call peta
[hook: trippie redd]
b-tch n-ggas, abused her
b-tch n-ggas (yeah)
these n-ggas hoes, hoes
neck and wrist froze, on bro
i ain’t playing with them, no, no
play with motherf-ckin’ four, on four
pour a motherf-ckin’ four, four
lamborghini slam my doors, doors
i just pulled up in a ghost, ghost
i f-cked that b-tch then adiós
me and my b-tch just had a toast, huh
[verse: trippie redd]
hoes, hoes, hoes, hoes, hoes
hold the f-ck up
hold the f-ck up
keep it crushed up (ice)
keep it crushed up, uh
in my double cup, yeah
in my double cup, yeah
if you think you gang, p-ssy, double up, yeah
hoes, hoes, n-ggas hoes, yeah
you a friend or a foe, let me know
slam my doors
swing my dope, heard them feds sweeped your dope
n-gga, the feds ain’t swinging my dope
yeah, for sure
count my dope, yeah, she gon’ smoke my dope, yeah
this semi-auto, bah
-mi-auto, bah
semi-auto, bah
pop you like a bottle, bah
this semi-auto, bah
-mi-auto, bah
semi-auto, bah
pop you like a bottle, bah
[hook: trippie redd]
these n-ggas hoes, hoes
neck and wrist froze, on bro
i ain’t playing with them, no, no
play with motherf-ckin’ four, on four
pour a motherf-ckin’ four, four
lamborghini slam my doors, doors
i just pulled up in a ghost, ghost
i f-cked that b-tch then adiós
me and my b-tch just had a toast, huh
[verse 2: chris king]
i’m in the [?], burning up dope
[?] the box, look at her throat
[?] backwards
straight off the [?]
step on the block, i was cutting pure dope
still picking locks, doing it wrong
kicking down doors like it’s anyone’s home
knock the [?] lights off the top of his dome
i grip the chrome, n-gga you use google chrome
turn me up a notch, put me in my zone
i put him in a plot, like it’s [?]
[?] has a dinosaur
[?]
i’m with the bullsh-t
bad b-tches and they always wanna tag along
couple bands on the wrist and i ain’t brag at all
feeling [?] and i’m making the [?] tall
my n-ggas slide him and he dead [?] foreign
i get to high and i ain’t scared [?]
we slanging iron and we ain’t f-cking with the d-mn law
[hook: trippie redd]
these n-ggas hoes, hoes
neck and wrist froze, on bro
i ain’t playing with them, no, no
play with motherf-ckin’ four, on four
pour a motherf-ckin’ four, four
lamborghini slam my doors, doors
i just pulled up in a ghost, ghost
i f-cked that b-tch then adiós
me and my b-tch just had a toast, huh
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