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perc alot - q da fool lyrics

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[intro]
cutta we rich
ay

[chorus]
b*tch, i be poppin’ them percs, a lot
d*mn, i be stuck off the drink, a lot
how many pounds did he move? a lot
how many guns he got? (prrah) a lot
i’m poppin’ percs a lot
i’m drinkin’ lean a lot (a lot)
n*gga, this sh*t do it die [?]

[verse 1]
yeah they rob ’em, but that sh*t just a lot
i can’t beef wit’ them boys all they do is just hide
they demand i supply, they demand i supply
i’m that man on the block, run that b*tch like the wilds
[?] b*tch on my d*ck pass that hoe to the guys
free lil mar i could still see the hurt in his eyes
he was there when my og had died
cpr can’t save my n*gga, ain’t tryin’
stolen cars, how you come up every time, man free the guy
seen too much blood, i can’t get murder off my mind
f*ck showing love, i get stabbed in my back every time
f*ck touch down with that work, i count racks every time
i’m on percs ’cause these demons tryin’ eat me alive
living life ’cause he a, but the games i do not play
gramma keep cryin’ he got slumped on a sunday
i smoke this up, she gon’ eat up that d*ck like a sundae
won’t play, i make a dove in the country
west v, plus i got folks out colombia (west v)
i turned the trap to a company (rich shooters)
that b*tch with a lamb’ she ain’t want me, now she tryna suck my d*ck all in public
uh, shout out them boys who gon’ slide
shout out them hoes kept it real, d*mn, we live a life full of crime
these n*ggas broke as sh*t they ain’t got motion
i was told not to show no emotions
f*ck a b*tch plenty of fish in the ocean
bought that bread, p*ssy n*ggas get toasted (boom)
[chorus]
b*tch, i be poppin’ them percs, a lot
d*mn, i be stuck off the drink, a lot
how many pounds did he move? a lot
how many guns he got? (prrah) a lot
i’m poppin’ percs a lot
i’m drinkin’ lean a lot (a lot)
n*gga, this sh*t do it die

[verse 2]
d*mn, this sh*t feel like russian roulette (russian roulette)
they got percs, but you know that sh*t fake[?]
f*ck, i need pints of [?]
keep my glock, ain’t no boxin’ me in (no boxin’ me in)
catch a head and we lockin’ it in (we lockin’ it in)
n*ggas weak, i was watchin’ them bend (f*ck)
f*ck the rub, i got men doin’ bizz (men doin’ bizz)
f*ck the judge, it’s the way that i live (way that i live)
d*mn, you ain’t have to leave a n*gga head open
f*ck ’em n*gga [?] red roses
if you see his mean mother, n*gga don’t approaches
i really turned it up and got the hood noticed
ain’t n0body come to see you otis
ain’t no debatin’ ’bout who colder
b*tches beat him too fast its the pull
i hit the gas, make him scoot over
i take them back [?]
heard of you b*tch, ran off with the whole order
real deal sh*t, you ain’t hear ’bout it
she a real deal b*tch, make a meal out her
my old [?] rich off of pure powder
shoot a n*gga house, you a real coward
city livin’ we back in a few hours (b*tch)
i just flex, make ’em mad, that’s my new powers
a thousand grams weighed on a scale
i’ve been feelin’ like these n*ggas might tell
i’ve been workin’ 24/7, gotta get it in at two, i tell [?]
if you my right hand, he can get a mothaf*cker bailed
charge ’em by the gram, hit her w* i don’t think that they can tell
[chorus]
b*tch, i be poppin’ them percs, a lot
d*mn, i be stuck off the drink, a lot
how many pounds did he move? a lot
how many guns he got? (prrah) a lot
i’m poppin’ percs a lot
i’m drinkin’ lean a lot (a lot)
n*gga, this sh*t do it die

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