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Pesos Lyrics - Artist : Soulja Boy
Hit the pot with the folks
Spread the cocaine just like an egg yolk Got some niggas died in zone 4 Pull on your block Spraying with the Draco Play with the bands like Claydo Stack up the bricks like they leggo Plug in San Diego You know that I ran up them pesos (Yeah, urrr) You that know I ran up them pesos You know that I ran up them pesos Shooters posted at the front of the back door (back door) Came up from the bando Put the game, in a four Spread the cocaine just like an egg yolk In the kitchen hit the pot with my elbow Put the bricks in the figure four Soulja pippin,bitch nigga ain't cuffing no hoe She bringing me all of that dope Mini draco shooting through your front door I'm in Toronto smoking gelato Came up on a hundred bricks, I hit the lotto Went and bought a Bentley, then I bought a gallardo Made 20 M's I ran as fast as I could to the trap, then wells fargo Hop in the rarri', went full throttle Hit a nigga in a head with a bottle! Young stylish nigga freshing then aeropostale Fucking your bitch and you know that she swallow Hit the pot with the folks Spread the cocaine just like an egg yolk Got some niggas died in zone 4 Pull on your block Spraying with the Draco Play with the bands like Claydo Stack up the bricks like they leggo Plug in San Diego You know, I'm run then I pesos (Yeah, urrr) You know I ran up them pesos You know that I ran up them pesos Shooters posted at the front of the back door (back door) Came up from trappin cappin in the slums Nigga pull up with a hundred round drum Call up more shooters you know they go dumb Westside, bitch you know where I'm from Draco bullets hit your shell like king kong 150 bricks shipping to hong kong Pinky ring look like hunnit kong VVS Diamonds ain't no SI1 on the rhimestones Slide through your hood in a straight a Pinky ring cost a brick, chain a mercedez Shooters they post in lil Haiti Came in from serving the bond, nigga go to pay me Diamonds on me four k-9 H-D Hit your block with the draco spray deep 150,00 on the money counter play me Mini mac-11 let it bang like chief keef In the trap, taxing for the pt's Came up from serving kilo's I know a nigga hate me Had to fuck her in her mouth Bitch you can't date me Put her on a molly bitch tried to rape me Got the bricks in my hood now my trap going crazy Making M |
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