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danny phantom - blue pesos lyrics

[intro]
the vandal has struck again

[chorus]
slip and fall, then i’m ghost, danny phantom
fatty out, d*mn, this b*tch a backseat bandit
want my b*tch at your show, p? she hit the road
i like shootin’ guns, we don’t do insta’ trolls
my way or the highway, b*tch, i’m in control
i done been to h*ll and back twice, i don’t got no soul
shooters down to slide out like they on payroll
walk up in the club, ooh, b*tch, that’s blue pesos

[verse 1]
you know the name, you know the gang, ain’t gotta say much
b*tch dropped the pin to the spot, it got taped up
clip on the k hold a hundred, that’s for the store runner
e*sig on me, it look like i’m finna blow somethin’
it’s a problem, stand on it, let me know somethin’
she said, “what you want, daddy?” b*tch, go and hoe for me
i feel like ketchy, i just brokе on a snow bunny
be for real, i nevеr had no big homie
all facts, everything i said the truth
you don’t make no money, want that ass, that ain’t cute
that song trash, it sound better all on mute
tell mj and scottie pull up, i’m tryna hoop
had the mop in the car just to clean up all this juice
i just dropped your whole rent in a baja mountain dew (sh*t, for real)
it’s a fam, but the bullet hit like a mossberg
n*gga thought he got up on a rapper, then i shot first
12 keep on askin’, “hey, what happened?” sir, i wasn’t there
there go an opp, ayy, hold on, n*gga, park there
.223 sh*lls, i just swiss cheesed his moncler
been gettin’ to it, even back when i had long hair
k!ll everything that can’t help us prosper
otm a problem, d*mn, drakeo, you made a monster
this baby k probably longer than a toddler
we don’t want that pint if it ain’t came from the doctor, ugh
[chorus]
slip and fall, then i’m ghost, danny phantom
fatty out, d*mn, this b*tch a backseat bandit
want my b*tch at your show, p? she hit the road
i like shootin’ guns, we don’t do insta’ trolls
my way or the highway, b*tch, i’m in control
i done been to h*ll and back twice, i don’t got no soul
shooters down to slide out like they on payroll
walk up in the club, ooh, b*tch, that’s blue pesos

[verse 2]
my name p, b*tch, so act like you know
she f*ckin’ with a rapper, lil’ bro, it ain’t no ho
you are not from the hood, they just sent you to the store
he ain’t exclusive with the chop, how y’all expectin’ him to blow?
lock and load, n*gga, drop and roll when the poles out
we got the block hot, why y’all pullin’ all them foreigns out?
he sippin’ on that green, we sip tris, n*gga, pour that out
he don’t want no problems, all he wanna do is scream and shout
long text, n*gga, we don’t do apologies
schizo thoughts in the booth, the f*ck is wrong with me?
she don’t got no chili, why the f*ck she keep callin’ me?
b*tch said, “p, it’s slow today”, huh, pardon me?

- blue pesos lyrics

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