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oh ya - pesh mayweather lyrics

[intro: lil keed]
yeah
oh yeah
yeah
ay decicco, what up my n-gga?
let’s go, let’s go
keed talk to ’em!

[chorus: lil keed]
yeah, i get in her mouth and i drop her right off
it’s [?] b-tch you hear the exhaust
n-gga play crazy we shootin’ at his mouth
yeah i’m drippin’ sh-t that not even out
i got on o like its snowing in the house
i’m stuffin’ these racks in a lil’ bitty pouch
these n-ggas like candles they burnin’ right out
we run up these bands, oh yeah
we go get a bag, oh yeah
i’m drippin’ these custom made pants, oh yeah
i’m known to pop at your man, oh yeah, oh yeah

[verse 1: pesh mayweather]
don’t take the mob and they be what i’m reppin’ and that ’til the death of me
you blowin’ her phone up and textin’ that b-tch but she layin’ right next to me
might be on ecstasy we not the same there’s a major discrepancy
i done found out the recipe, n-gga this is my destiny
lookin’ for pictures [?]
shoot up your hood all you seen was smoke
then [?] like a cleveland coach
one of a kind you ain’t seen before
her beautiful mind just like [?]
in an old school sittin’ on a hundred spokes
these n-ggas [?] like a checkerboard
pull up in something you can’t afford
with a bad b-tch that you can’t ignore
yeah that’s my young bool no mantador
we waving red flags like a mantador
f-ck did you think that they can’t afford
strapped with a tony montana torch
pesh he the hardest atlanta boy
been rapping on duct tape and alley boy

[verse 2: pesh mayweather]
i’m the wrong n-gga to f-ck with
ride with no [?] got a stick in the cut
[?] got me booted on muddy
i’m so geeked up my state of mind be f-cked
[?] don’t try to play me
b-tch i go hard, y’all are fugazi
i got a team full of shooters like kd
my trap going crazy like crack in the 80’s
[?] cartel going brazy
she poppin’ her p-ssy for me so amazing
she look like she asian and mixed with caucasian
pesh in the building a special occasion
[?] red it’s bl–dy invasion
you n-ggas ain’t throwin’ no money you playin’
we been having paper what the f-ck is you sayin’
f-ck all the hating with no hesitation
shoot the b-tch up when [?]
[?] outside and they waitin’
[?]
i’m going crazy i’m f-cking r-t-rded
in the city of atlanta, i’m the hardest
i bust yo head in broad daylight regardless
cause i beat the charges, i’m on that mob sh-t

- pesh mayweather lyrics

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