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letra de pisst - velow

[intro]
brrtt
sick

[chorus]
brodie jumpin’ out that minivan
with that gl!ck in hand
move that white girl through my city man
we in high demand
and smokin’ on the quad pack, super sticky man
tryna figure which bad b-tch to f-ck i’m super picky man
“velow how you make that money flip?”
“i don’t know”
“you f-cked my b-tch”
“yeah i know”
i don’t trust a f-cking soul, i’m paranoid won’t let you close
i just just blew a bougie b-tch’s back out with these back shots
i just stuffed another 20 thou up in my stash box

[verse 1]
how the f-ck i’m supposed to love somebody
i don’t even feel
my head full of f-ckin’ pressure so i walk around with this steel
too f-cked up i pray to god like please just help a n-gga heal
left me broken now it’s up to me to dust off and rebuild
i’m from thе projects, we’re trying to makе it out a contest
if they ain’t with you then they won’t you gone, simple concept
i keep it with me, i ain’t going for that f-ckin’ nonsense
been through too much already you can’t tell me i ain’t god’s sent
condo at the pool, you can’t come around
i was at the bottom, n-ggas left me on the ground
and we smokin’ loud, pound ny the pound
it’s clear i’m doin’ better baby take a look around
i’m going stupid in this b-tch
aim for a n-gga heart, i feel like cupid in this b-tch
and i’m with my n-ggas and we ruthless in this b-tch
a n-gga wanna take my chain gon have to shoot me in this b-tch
[chorus]
brodie jumpin’ out that minivan
with that gl!ck in hand
move that white girl through my city man
we in high demand
and smokin’ on the quad pack, super sticky man
tryna figure which bad b-tch to f-ck i’m super picky man
“velow how you make that money flip?”
“i don’t know”
“you f-cked my b-tch”
“yeah i know”
i don’t trust a f-cking soul, i’m paranoid won’t let you close
i just just blew a bougie b-tch’s back out with these back shots
i just stuffed another 20 thou up in my stash box

[verse 2]
b-tch i’m uhh
b-tch i’m in the bushes, lookin’ left and right
laying low, i can’t blow my cover, police at the lights
there he go, that’s that n-gga lo, oh my god your right
i got gas if you need it baby, hit me for the price
i’m a d-ck, i conceited baby, who said i was nice?
i got green, if you over that, hit broski for the white
on a plane, flyin’ out again i’m on another flight
we just friends, i don’t wanna date you, i just wanna pipe
i forgot bout they tried it, swear to god that we gon k!ll em
i was always sneaky, violent cops, won’t think it’s me that did em
pay the price and get you spiked n-gga
you know what the deal is
play with me i take you down lil n-gga that’s just how i’m feelin’
i do evil sh-t, laugh it off
i don’t got to cap at all
youngin’ got his first glizzy, he can’t wait to slap it off
i could turn to sellin’ whizzy, i don’t gotta rap at all
p-ssy we ain’t playin’ with you, you don’t stand a chance at all
[chorus]
brodie jumpin’ out that minivan
with that gl!ck in hand
move that white girl through my city man
we in high demand
and smokin’ on the quad pack, super sticky man
tryna figure which bad b-tch to f-ck i’m super picky man
“velow how you make that money flip?”
“i don’t know”
“you f-cked my b-tch”
“yeah i know”
i don’t trust a f-cking soul, i’m paranoid won’t let you close
i just just blew a bougie b-tch’s back out with these back shots
i just stuffed another 20 thou up in my stash box

- velow

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