advanced mages only... sorry! - pe$o pete lyrics
[producer tag: breno]
heheh, i love you, breno
[verse 1: pe$o pete, prodbyzoc, & 檜山 修之]
oh, you broke? we knew that sh*t, uh, dang! oh, you broke? we knew that sh*t (zoc)
ha, oh, you broke? we knew that sh*t, i’m like “oh d*mn, you said you gon’ float?”, i think he gon’ sink
he gone in a wink, i’m off of that dank, if he f*ck wit’ the gang, then he catchin’ a “mink!”
when i’m linkin’ wit’ fam’, we gon’ pour up and “clink!”, when i’m linkin’ wit’ fam’, we smoke green like—, アー！
i said, “no, b*tch, we can’t—”, フ, ハ！ if he can’t feel the [?], then he stupid, no question
brodie, get to that money, sh*t ain’t a suggestion, if he f*ckin’ wit’ gang, on my money, we press him, haha (ヤー！)
v*v’s, my wrist stay cryin’ like grеat depression, y’all ain’t been up, y’all just stuck, that’s somethin’ likе a fake erection (zoc, ドリヤー！)
big ass chop’ on my side, k. rool, if the b*tch don’t wan’ f*ck wit’ the gang, ‘kay, cool
if it ain’t about money, man, what i’m gon’ do? you gon’ need you a stack if you thought we gon’ do
we just [?] the mansion, i drive [?], if he talkin’ on gang, we gon’ find bro’ soon
he claimin’ he better, but better than who? and if he claim beretta, i turn bayonetta, it’s true
no, i don’t got hands, but this sig is ten plus one, mayweather
[?] remove all the stressors, [?], man, we best him
[break: pe$o pete & yayu]
right, nah, yayu, for real though, right? (*sizzling*, right*right, for real, for real)
[verse 2: yayu & prodbyzoc]
uh, true rundown, can’t feel this sh*t (zoc, woah)
day in life: wake up, get p*ssed, smoke piff, then think how i’m gon’ get rich (p*ssed, how i’m gon’ get rich)
my wit too sharp, gotta hone this sh*t, my bread too smart, gotta own my sh*t (gotta own my sh*t)
it couldn’t be me, but i know that niche, see the route, then i f*ck, that’s it (hey*hey, okay)
[?] mob, but i don’t have sh*t, good thing that i don’t act rich (don’t have sh*t, okay, don’t act rich, ah, okay)
cop that bag of work, i’m young wit’ texts like after earth (woah)
b*tch gon’ laugh at first, grew out my hair, i’m sn*tchin’ her (sn*tchin’ her, aye)
how do i feel myself when it’s crowded? got a audience, had to allow it ([?])
[?] tap into my [?] talent, so i ain’t nearly gotten to my loudest (zoc)
talk that sh*t, get it all dress down! huh? huh? look at my catalogue (talk that sh*t, get it all dress down! huh? huh?)
i’m next out… p*ssy
[outro: yayu]
uh, p*ssy, yeah
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