
Sophisticated Drip Peso Peso (Ft. Paul Wall)
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[Intro]
TMB
Yeah, ouu
Drip, splash
TMB
[Verse 1: Peso Peso]
Niggas love to talk down when I'm not 'round
Nigga play with the gang, get Glocks out
Niggas already knowing that I got pounds
The load just came in, better come shop now
My lil youngin' , he keep a chopper with 100, and I swear he nice with the walk down
And I can't take advice from a broke nigga, I could give a fuck what he talking bout'
I go to any hood with my ice out
I was trappin' way before the Iphone
Yeah, I'm rappin' and trappin' lil nigga, I left the studio and got a 9 gone
Mike Amiri jeans with Givenchy tee
And I can't find my Lamborghini keys
The way I'm ballin', bitch I feel like a athlete
I make 100 racks in that [?]
I'm slidin' round' in a foreign, nigga if I got a warrant, then they gotta catch me
I got pints in the attic, got racks on my dresser
I keep toters right by me if a nigga want pressure
Took his bitch so quick, I ain't even send a message
But I just go the the head, I ain't want nun extra
Nigga say that he selling dope he a lie
And I'm scooting for Kenny Lou 'til I die
TMB
Yeah, ouu
Drip, splash
TMB
[Verse 1: Peso Peso]
Niggas love to talk down when I'm not 'round
Nigga play with the gang, get Glocks out
Niggas already knowing that I got pounds
The load just came in, better come shop now
My lil youngin' , he keep a chopper with 100, and I swear he nice with the walk down
And I can't take advice from a broke nigga, I could give a fuck what he talking bout'
I go to any hood with my ice out
I was trappin' way before the Iphone
Yeah, I'm rappin' and trappin' lil nigga, I left the studio and got a 9 gone
Mike Amiri jeans with Givenchy tee
And I can't find my Lamborghini keys
The way I'm ballin', bitch I feel like a athlete
I make 100 racks in that [?]
I'm slidin' round' in a foreign, nigga if I got a warrant, then they gotta catch me
I got pints in the attic, got racks on my dresser
I keep toters right by me if a nigga want pressure
Took his bitch so quick, I ain't even send a message
But I just go the the head, I ain't want nun extra
Nigga say that he selling dope he a lie
And I'm scooting for Kenny Lou 'til I die
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