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cous' - pierce washington lyrics

[intro]
wait

[chorus]
p finna give ’em what they want, uh (okay)
backpack full of that skunk, uh (okay)
bassline boomin’ in the trunk, uh (okay)
whole block full of that funky sh*t
kinfolk movin’ that dope again (okay)
this sh*t hittin’ like (one, two), uh
big back burnin’ my toast again (okay)
b*tch, come run me my ones

[verse 1]
back like twenty*three, cousin, uh (okay)
45 huggin’ me, cousin, uh (okay)
burnin’ my energy, cousin, uh (okay)
what it is? what it be, cousin? uh (okay)
phone ring, what you need?
lay it all out on the line, my n*gga, it’s nothing, uh
plenty more mini*mes, cousin, uh
n*gga, don’t sweat it, we buzzin’, uh
trip to the southside
a cold case and the b*tch left ’em out dry
at your place in the back waitin’ outside
with no face and a stick with a red eye, it’s point blank
stuck in the motion
kinfolk dirty up hands for the pape’ whеn the check comin’ late
n*gga might crash for rеspect out the gate
sh*t’ll get goin’, my n*gga, just wait
[chorus]
p finna give ’em what they want, uh (okay)
backpack full of that skunk, uh (okay)
bassline boomin’ in the trunk, uh (okay)
whole block full of that funky sh*t
kinfolk movin’ that dope again (okay)
this sh*t hittin’ like (one, two), uh
big back burnin’ my toast again (okay)
b*tch, come run me my— wait

[verse 2]
i’m thinkin’ n*ggas should cut it out
i spent a band on baccarat
three on the chrome, it’s solid out
one*of*one fleece, i got a lot
i caught a view on a private beach
and ain’t wanna leave, so i bought it out
can’t hear what these n*ggas talkin’ ’bout
lace up the boot, we can walk it out
i been on one since a jit, my n*gga
pull up with a band, we can rock it out
i got a thing for your b*tch, my n*gga
i might swoop her up in a pair of docs
or a pair of sweats
ain’t no pressure, it’s effortless
i’ma air it for my respect
kinfolk just hit me ’bout food for the plate
sh*t’ll get goin’, my n*gga, just wait
[chorus]
p finna give ’em what they want, uh (okay)
backpack full of that skunk, uh (okay)
bassline boomin’ in the trunk, uh (okay)
whole block full of that funky sh*t
kinfolk movin’ that dope again (okay)
this sh*t hittin’ like (one, two), uh
big back burnin’ my toast again (okay)
b*tch, come run me my— wait

[outro]
nah, n*gga, you need to hurry up and
pop out, i been, i been waitin’ on you to come down and drop, drop somethin’ in the motherf*ckin’ streets, n*gga
it’s been like a year since you came out with some sh*t by yourself, n*gga
hop on some other sh*t, i wanna hear you crash—

- pierce washington lyrics

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