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siiiiilllllvvvveeerr - pedroraz records lyrics

[chorus: pedrodva]
spent a hundred k on my son, i bought my sister a jeep (what?)
can’t f*ck with these hood hoes no more, they don’t give a f*ck about me (what?)
all black 2*3, lebron with the heat (what? 23, 23)
i was just in miami in the rolls*royce geeked (what? yeah, rolls*royce, geeked)
lil’ tommy got an fn in the backseat (what? yeah, in the backseat)
red rag, red flag, b*tch, you better make peace (yeah)
i’m in this b*tch with my k!llers (yeah)
whole lotta motherf*ckin’ n*ggas (yeah)
we got them motherf*ckin’ choppers (yeah)
i pick you up, n*gga, i get you (yeah)
i said i don’t f*ck with these n*ggas (yeah)
we see ’em, we punchin’ them n*ggas (yeah)
we upping the score on these n*ggas (yeah)
go out the back door on that n*gga (yeah)
go out the back door on that n*gga (yeah)
go out the back door on that n*gga (yeah)
go out the back door on that n*gga (yeah)
go out the back door on that n*gga (yeah)
go back
you was still posted with my boy, yeah, my slatt (okay)
beno, he go crazy, you know that (what? what? yeah)
[verse: pedroraz records]
whole lotta bands in this b*tch (what? yeah)
whole lotta cash in this b*tch (yeah)
hop on the motherf*ckin’ plane (yeah)
i just popped me a g6 (yeah)
you know that i love to stay high (yeah)
my shawty just said that she bi (yeah)
she carry that sh*t, she gon’ ride (yeah)
i f*cked her then told her she mine (yeah)
i’m really not with telling lies (yeah)
i really don’t hang around guys (yeah)
the streets treat me like a god (yeah)
my b*tch treat me like a god (yeah)
got a main and a side (yeah, side)
f*ck fame, i ride with the fire
blow out the brain in the ride (ugh)
blow out the brain in the ride (yeah)
i’m riding ’round town with a ratchet b*tch (ayy)
she say, “carti, you back on your ratchet sh*t” (ayy)
i rock diamonds, the patek from eliantte (what?)
show me something that carti not better than
if a n*gga keep talking, we running in (yeah)
get that n*gga kicked out like i’m punting it (yeah)
on the block rolling dice and i’m going in
yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah
[chorus: pedrodva]
spent a hundred k on my son, i bought my sister a jeep (what?)
can’t f*ck with these hood hoes no more, they don’t give a f*ck about me (what?)
all black 2*3, lebron with the heat (what? 23, 23)
i was just in miami in the rolls*royce geeked (what? yeah, rolls*royce, geeked)
lil’ tommy got an fn in the backseat (what? yeah, in the backseat)
red rag, red flag, b*tch, you better make peace (yeah)
i’m in this b*tch with my k!llers (yeah)
whole lotta motherf*ckin’ n*ggas (yeah)
we got them motherf*ckin’ choppers (yeah)
i pick you up, n*gga, i get you (yeah)
i said i don’t f*ck with these n*ggas (yeah)
we see ’em, we punchin’ them n*ggas (yeah)
we upping the score on these n*ggas (yeah)
go out the back door on that n*gga (yeah)
go out the back door on that n*gga (yeah)
go out the back door on that n*gga (yeah)
go out the back door on that n*gga (yeah)
go out the back door on that n*gga (yeah)
go back
you was still posted with my boy, yeah, my slatt (okay)
beno, he go crazy, you know that (what? what? yeah)

- pedroraz records lyrics

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