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pesci - ruin your day lyrics

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[intro: esem]
ch-ch-cha-cha-chase moore
i can treat you
i’m close to p-ssin’ out

[verse: esem]
ayo, c0ke-white air force
fresh pair worn already, dirty, wish i cared more
in the town where i was born, i’m back in rare form
the ice still on the block, hittin’ like hailstorms
and i was headin’ home, so be prepared for ’em
don’t get around, i’m in the cut, but i been around
beanie in the summer like it’s winter now
yeah, i should simmer down
hit that cutie up like, “how does dinner sound?”
mom-and-pop joint, holdin’ the wall like, “f-ck the in-n-out”
avoid the bigger crowds
lately i’m livin’ wild, let me hold back
drunk, horsin’ around like i’m bojack
i’m watchin’ pochacc’ in some old slacks, lookin’ like a whole snack
flow crack, and y’all don’t rap how my folk rap, no cap
taper crispy as a froze pepsi
f-ck your dos equis, straight modelo in the cold refri’
i don’t get deep, i’m no mc
just pull that pen out and take a stab at it: joe pesci
jacket too nice to let you coat-check me
pretty penny for that big and tall
i got you starin’ at the kid in awe
they say this sh-t is all in my head like tim mcgraw
so if i fight ’em, they don’t get involved
forget ’em all, better off alone: alice deejay
acid replays, i been around your favorite rapper’s freebase
my raps is freebase, make you say “uhh!” wit’ that master p face
and the rest like chasin’ down my aunt’s ceviche
hit them tacos wit’ my man helinche
if two of my boys wit’ me, then we splittin’ up the cash in three ways
and i send my half back to where my family stay
hold that thought – i need a battery change
ok, i’m charged up
got my bars out, let’s hit them bars up
swear to god, since high school, they never card us
we been grown
young sh-t-show, i’m h-lla ugly and that sh-t show
but my hair look lovely as the wind blow
i’m in the street posted wit’ my kinfolk
the kicks dope, and still i’m barefooted like the flintstones
off some barefoot, and i don’t sip slow
i be on my tip-toes
don’t get my hands dirty, keep the dish soap, stay clean
f-ck fame, ain’t no time for daydreams
maybe once upon a time when i was 18
now i’m tryna make green like your fingers full of fake rings
i love the bay, but this ain’t a bay thing
i rep’ the a’s team – what?

[sample: joe pesci]
it was my privilege. thank you

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