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3frmda6 - perc talk (re-make) lyrics

[chorus]
percalize
percalize
percalize
n+gga claim that he gangsta
but mickey mouse in disguise
i get the drop on the opp hit em up wit a chop
get back to the hood and high five with guys
smoke a black on the perch it be kicking it in
said i love you back then i don’t know if i did
its f+cked up everyday without trying i sin
but every night imma get on my knees and repent
i can’t rap about how many blocks i done spent
i can’t rap about how many shots i done sent
imma gangsta real life walk down artist
might hope out wit a mac
might draw down with a carbon
they say three is you stepping
n+gga don’t question
i come from a sеction where sh+t can get dеadly
lil caesars ,n+gga my glock hot and ready
imma youngin but thuggin wit convicted felons

[verse]
perc talk
(aye perc talk)
choppa gone chop up his leg make him stop walking
yeah he roll but he cap in his rap that lil n+gga flauging
im in the field like junior cordite sargent
im getting ready to blow n+gga let out the red carpet
i tot leed on my hip you want smoke we finna spark it
.23 gotta beam not walmart imma hit my target
see the laws ima get outta there ian finna park it
aye perc was talkin to me he said one more
b+tch b+tch (percyyyyyy)
there’s a 30 shoot like curry at yo front door (curyyy)
these opp n+ggas cap as the f+ck no they don’t want no smoke
just to get me right throw a zip in fronto
im having cake like a funnel
send shots make em tumble , over
chop stick eat like granola
n+gga ion know who to shot
im trynna spin like hola hoop
imma steppa a snipper in jimmy choo
hop out wit a 50 too
he ain’t really spinning dude
how the f+ck is you stepping and i never heard of you
percalize ,im on the beat rolling sh+t like wheel
call cosby and tell em we been having bills
shot sh+t like i’m dirk but still dunk like o’neal
in this life its two choices you die or you live
[chorus]
percalize
percalize
percalize
n+gga claim that he gangsta
but mickey mouse in disguise
i get the drop on the app hit em up wit a chop
get back to the hood and high five with guys
smoke a black on the perc it be kicking it in
said i love you back then i don’t know if i did
its f+cked up everyday without trying i sin
but every night imma get on my knees and repent
i can’t rap about how many blocks i done spent
i can’t rap about how many shots i done sent
imma gangsta real life walk down artist
might hope out wit a mac
might draw down with a carbon
they say three is you stepping
n+gga no question
i come from a section where sh+t can get deadly
lil caesars ,n+gga my glock hot and ready
imma youngin but thuggin wit convicted felons

[verse]
n+gga dissin on me but his b+tch gettin hit from the back
drop a bag have them young n+ggas go get that sack boy them lil n+ggas quick to attack
i get the drop on a oop put that b+tch inna bag now hit h+e inna back giving hat
aye the first n+gga play wit my gang i pop out f&n trynna run and get hit in his back
aye whenever i pop out wit chop feel like double0glizzy how the f+ck you gone fun from that flat
mann im getting tired of these n+gga trynna act like k!llas but you catch they ass running track
trynna spin through this b+tch and get left on flats ion cap rap n+gga this here facts
i be running through plays got the droid on max
i might come through dumping n+gga bet not lack
i be running sh+t up got them bands in my stacks
n+gga hopped on the internet doing allot dissing
you know ian quick to react
where ever we catch em that’s where we stretch em
doing allot talking got turned to a pack
doa gang n+gga won’t see the doctor won’t be no surgery you can’t bring em back
n+gga said he anti heard me i bet he hear when i shot and he duck like “what the f+ck is that”
ian talking maconalds but i love the mac
i get the lo pull up where he at
say he smoking on opp
n+gga this thrax pull up on his block (plata plat plat)
getting to close n+gga get back
catch a n+gga lacking
hit em where it hurt
flip em lima burger pop em lika perc
take a n+gga picture put em inna shirt
ion know why the f+ck n+gga keep dissing on me like i am the n+gga ta diss on
i can go hop inna car wit that .223 chop gone f+ck up his rib bone
my temper short but lil n+gga my clip long
catch em and flip his b+tch as+ like flip phone
nonchalant ian that n+gga who trip on you
stinging b+tch ian that n+gga ta trick on you
belt to as+ ill put a switch on you
catch em and blow lika trumpet
betta take off that vest cause we aiming at m+ffins
we got sticks and drums that make beats like percussion
hop out wit my mask and my chop like im russian
try to swing and get shot b+tch ian doing no tusslin
say i open a pack and they swear that im musty
its a fact that he lack but he swear he be cluchin

- 3frmda6 lyrics

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