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tip toe - pistolero2k lyrics

[pistolero]
yeah, yeah, yeah, squad

all this f*cking guap on me, need a money counter
(?) sh*t, get the f*ck out my face, yeah please don’t bother
you say you smoking that loud, p*ssy boy my sh*ts so louder
spend a rack and make it right back, i’m hot put that on my mother

yeah, i been like this since a kid, since forever
yeah, my squad, my team some real money getters
yeah, my squad, my team, we do this sh*t no effort
yeah, no effort, we do this sh*t for real
yeah, my jaw locked in right now, i’m off a pill
i’m in a stolen whip, i’m whipping up that wheel

yeah, i burn that crazy sh*t
mе and my squad be off the sh*ts
look at my cup got actavis, yeah
flеxing feel like moving, took your sh*t, now lil boy clueless
trap house jumping, (?) off that benzo, got me stupid
i’m like “yeah b*tch, i’m geeking”
spending racks, make it back in a weekend
serve my custis, they be fiending
they stay talking ’bout me for no reason, yeah

they say “how you get so high like that?”, i’m sipping on molly water
oh my god, this sh*t’s so gas, b*tch i’m smoking on the skywalker
i fell in love with the motherf*cking racks, i wouldn’t trade it for no other
they my sons and they follow

[wintercastle]
for my squad, we some real money getters
i count foreign money, swear they is beggars
yeah, i roll up, i l!ck it like a letter
and you say you smoking gas, but my sh*t better

keep it in my jeans and my drugs in my shoes
pop onto the scene, we ain’t one but yeah we two
we 2famous, yea we popping pink and popping blue
we too faded, (?) feel like (?)

[pistolero]
all this f*cking guap on me, need a money counter
(?) sh*t, get the f*ck out my face, yeah please don’t bother
you say you smoking that loud, p*ssy boy my sh*ts so louder
spend a rack and make it right back, i’m hot put that on my mother
yeah, i been like this since a kid, since forever
yeah, my squad, my team some real money getters
yeah, my squad, my team, we do this sh*t no effort
yeah, no effort, we do this sh*t for real
yeah, my jaw locked in right now, i’m off a pill
i’m in a stolen whip, i’m whipping up that wheel

yeah, i burn that crazy sh*t
me and my squad be off the sh*ts
look at my cup got actavis, yeah

[octi]
hop up out this car, know what’s up, know we up
we some goons, sending shots, come and shop, f*ck a thot
no benz up my socks, get the car, need some blue when i rock
like a cop, we don’t talk, with the law, give it up
f*ck these lames, we ain’t trust, we was first, money first
need bread like a church, i feel dead, i feel cursed
off two hunna, i’m the worst, ay

dexamphetamine and nicotine
i really pray for my f*cking fiends
squad, squad, squad
yeah
squad

- pistolero2k lyrics

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