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lirik lagu choppaz – peso peso

[intro: peso peso]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
ouu

[verse 1: peso peso]
na for real, i really came up off a 8 ball
f*ck the police, n*gga, i hate laws
i’m in the lamborghini truck, finna race off
got some n*ggas in the field, man we do this sh*t for real
and them n*ggas k!lling for me like i’m adolph
straps in our lap, no sticks in the trunk
n*gga mad about his hoe, ’cause his b*tch tryna f*ck
rap n*ggas keep trippin’, we gon’ stick a n*gga up
and if a n*gga want some work, i can fix a n*gga up
i be drippin’ in dior, i be splashin’ to the floor
a n*gga playing with the gang, we gon’ hit him with the torch
and i balling on these n*ggas like a n*gga playing sports
i was locked up in jail, i was eating with a spork
percocet got me geeked up, feeling like a dork
and i’m from texas, but i don’t ridе a horse
in the lamborghini, i be scooting and skrting
n*gga play with thе sauce, i put two in his jersey
f*ck the opps, i can’t give them no mercy
f*ck these rappers, can’t give them no verses
and i’m standing on ten
n*gga play with me or one of my twins, i’ma hurt ’em
in a double r and i’m behind a curtain
all this drank in my system, can’t wake up early
[chorus: peso peso]
i got choppaz, on choppaz, on choppaz, on choppaz, on choppaz, on choppaz, on choppaz
got your b*tch in my race car, with the ar, if you play, i’ma pop ya
n*gga, i get more drank than the doctor
drip, splash, got dior on my collar
i just left saks, walked up in neiman marcus
me and jackboy might jack your daughter
i got choppaz, on choppaz, on choppaz, on choppaz, on choppaz, on choppaz, on choppaz
got your b*tch in my race car, with the ar, if you play, imma pop ya
n*gga, i get more drank than the doctor
drip, splash, got dior on my collar
i just left saks, walked up in neiman marcus
me and jackboy might jack your daughter

[verse 2: jackboy]
drip, splash, got dior on my collar
ran up the pesos, i could f*ck a n*gga mama
i got the b*tch freaked out, she eating d*ck all summer
she a beast with the head, got me sn*tching out her frontal
opps claiming the beef, they turned your boy into a hunter
but it’s gonna rain in, make it hurricane and thunder
choppa go to sanging, got it sounding like usher
if she ain’t f*ck first night, best believe i duck her
me and peso sauced up, yeah, we the lamb twins
rich ass n*ggas, but we still tryna spend
tryna put ’bout ten on you and your friend
tryna hop out with a big ass fn
i’m in texas sippin on drank
gotta keep a rocket, i go hard in the paint
got a real big bag, do the most at the bank
got your baby mama mad, ’cause my b*tch, what she ain’t
[chorus: peso peso]
i got choppaz, on choppaz, on choppaz, on choppaz, on choppaz, on choppaz, on choppaz
got your b*tch in my race car, with the ar, if you play, i’ma pop ya
n*gga, i get more drank than the doctor
drip, splash, got dior on my collar
i just left saks, walked up in neiman marcus
me and jackboy might jack your daughter
i got choppaz, on choppaz, on choppaz, on choppaz, on choppaz, on choppaz, on choppaz
got your b*tch in my race car, with the ar, if you play, i’ma pop ya
n*gga, i get more drank than the doctor
drip, splash, got dior on my collar
i just left saks, walked up in neiman marcus
me and jackboy might jack your daughter

- peso peso

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