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lirik lagu peter pop off – sean price & lil fame

[intro: lil fame]
ladies and gentlemen
i’m ’bout to bring you brownsville projects’ finest
son, who dat?
it’s my mothaf-ckin’ road dawg
so what’s his name?
sean p

[verse 1: sean price]
aw, sh-t…
dude, my youtube views and my skits
better than all your bullsh-t
pull piff, spit sh-t from the pulpit
[?] from falcon crest for filmin’ the full clips
ch-ch-ch, ch-ch-ch
check out my melody
cops pulled me over, the soldier checked out my felonies
spewed lines newer, do-crime shooter
junior, donkey sean two-time loser
uh, one more strike and i’m out
son raw, no gun drawn, sean fightin’ it out
52 block, i’m critical, box your face, f-cker
shotty and sh-lls [?] the spot, i’m a gauge stuffer
playin’ the game, lames be playin’ the game of dice
peter pop off, b-tches i’m playin’ the game of life, p
sh-t cost twelve, retail is seven
see you in h-ll, details at eleven
ay

[chorus]
you should know that i don’t f-ck around
nah, i don’t f-ck around
every time i come around
anytime i come around
motherf-ckers hit the ground
’cause i know my way around, get down, lay down
you should know that i don’t f-ck around
nah, i don’t f-ck around
every time i come around
anytime i come around
motherf-ckers hit the ground
’cause i know my way around, get down, lay down

[verse 2: rim]
uh
from down in h-ll, where fire come with them grills
different feel, not the mind of a infant but infant meals
it’s a ball parade, where y’all be floatin’, you like a used bidet
sharp with it, y’all couldn’t cut it with a katana blade
get the smoker to creep up on you and choke ya
i’ll pay the boulders, tryin’ not to hit the pens like ebola
dark souls, we displayin’ metal like car shows
get the dough, we done housed more white than park slope
don’t be a bar code and get lined up, it’s nothin’ gastric
but by the stomach know there’s somethin’ tucked
the st-tchin’ custom, what you cut from? not accustomed
from the ‘ville, no vodka, we do the rushin’
you feds recon, hands movin’ like the wii on
in the game, better stay froggy, but never leap wrong
so guard your grip, the ‘ville, we clique
i’m from strauss, but the only auto parts is clips
and we rip

[verse 3: teflon]
yo, our energy from the same source
we’re cut from the same cloth
duck, hold the fort down and let them things off
change course if you ever thinkin’ of tryin’ us
we cop out? them glocks out, like a buy-or-bust
kick the door in, make ’em hit the floor, tie ’em up
he in the car, hogtied, jaw wired up (ssh)
listen up, them hill n-ggas don’t give a f-ck
we’ll pistol whip ya, get your cash to split it up (yeah)
we live it up around this mothaf-cka (beware)
sh-t get rough around this mothaf-cka
come at your own risk, we don’t miss
f-ck around, you get hit up on your own strip
you know how it go when the heat up
in brownsville, everybody, even the chicks g’d up
we all fight all night, we don’t know how to ease up
get you and your b-tch beat up
somebody better tell ’em

- sean price lil fame

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