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linked secret technique - pe$o pete lyrics

[intro: pe$o pete, dedboii kez, & blacklynk]
ayye!
dedboii, dedboii, cypher gang sh*t, look
we in this entire hoe (okayy!)
we bouncin’ straight from the moon
hop in the clouds i zoom
big body whip with a thick body b*tch
but you die when the gl!ck go boom… (all up in yo sh*t like…)
yuh! hahaha look (better hit up gang you want yo b*tch back…)

ayo oddwin!

[verse 1: dedboii kez & pe$o pete]
we bouncin’ straight from the moon
hop in the clouds i zoom
big body whip, with a thick body b*tch
but you die when the gl!ck go foom foom (boom!)
hop in the bentley coupe, aye
the glock is in my trues, hey
he ain’t wit it cause he can’t get it
no shock how we ball like zeus, hey
he ain’t been ’round my block
.44 hit ’em with the fa*fa, pop*pop
straight to the top, he don’t wanna talk guap
if i got the glock, hakuna matata (tuh*tuh)
wait, wait, wait, wait
if he talking then i pop
i go hard cause i’m hard
and you soft cause you soft like
[verse 2: pe$o pete]
percocet consuming
boy i’m smoking, boy i’m fuming
you ain’t bout it, please don’t do it
got the whole gang standing at attention
y’all be wildin’ in my mentions
i am not from this dimension
ya was talking on me, sentence
boy this .40 finna end it

[verse 3: blacklynk]
[?] freshest
beat a n*gga animalistic, tekken
don’t get a hit of the blunt i’m stressin’
everybody bow to my will like jeffrey
track not good unless it has my blessing
i don’t just ball in the game i stretch it
been in this thang, lookin’ like john wayne
cause i keep that tool on me like a western
pass me the dressing
lynk about to cook these n*ggas, gordon ramsay, n*gga i’m cheffin’
pe$o ran off with his b*tch, now he salty like some epsom
gunsling, onslaught, d*mn we really in a western
act stupid catch the (gun ricochet sound) from the f*cking smith & wesson

[verse 4: pe$o pete & [?]]
i ain’t ever feel no pressure
wdfa at his head for a heads up
foot on the gas, i ain’t ever finna let up
he ain’t talkin money then uh, guess what?
i’m finna slap the f*ck outta you!
you think this sh*t is free?
wdfa, cypher gang sh*t, suck my d*ck b*tch!
been around town for a minute
and my weed so loud got surround sound in it
i just beat up the brick, then i roundhouse kick it
he was talkin’ big sh*t, so the ground i’m digging
man yo sh*t trash, i do not f*ck wit it
say he wanna scr*p but the glock gon’ get him
and the scope got a red dot, i’m not missin’
throw a couple shiny packs, and now sh*t hittin’ b*tch (shiny, shiny)
shiny, shiny pack
[outro: pe$o pete , dedboii kez, & blacklynk]
ayye, b*tch! (huh, huh, hahaha, yuh)
this sh*t crazy hahaha (okayy! okay)
we bouncin’ straight from the moon
hop in the clouds i zoom
big body whip with a thick body b*tch
but you die when the gl!ck go boom… yeah

- peo pete lyrics

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