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pe$o pete – punk hazard lyrics

[intro: pe$o pete & [?]]
i do this for a living (heheheh)
i remember already
trust me (i don’t know, i mean like, a lot, a lot of the songs, they be showin’ me, [?], soundin’ like they [?])
weh+weh+weh (i don’t know, [?])
you’re not allowed to talk on me, you’re not allowed to talk on me ’til you get into the booth ([?])
crazy ([?])
[?]

[producer tag: ssjlamar & [?]]
lamar!

[chorus: pe$o pete]
when i’m in my city, man, i have no issue
solid gold on me, no stones, boy, i am simple
when i’m in my city, man, i have no issue (when i’m in my city, man, i have no issue)
i know some demons that’s ready to hit you
back where i’m from, it take money to get through
all of this dumb sh+t i had to go through
b+tches be trippin, they tryna’ own you
who the f+ck pe$o? i swear i don’t know you
smokin’ this spliff what it take to forgot you
when i’m in my city, man, i have no issue
solid gold on me, no stones, boy, i am simple

[verse 1: omarcameup]
i sprained my wrist, now it’s cold like a igloo
sendin’ my shots, boy you know i won’t miss you
you turned your back, now it’s hard to forgive you
speedin’ the track, i see you through my rear+view
turn to the mess, [?] i can’t hear you
[verse 2: pe$o pete & omarcameup]
that b+tch fine, i’m f+ckin’ that b+tch
only f+ck one time, and i’m duckin’ that b+tch, oh yeah
in the game, and i’m runnin’ that b+tch
i’m ballin’, you know that i’m puttin’ that b+tch, oh yeah
on my beat, boy, i’m runnin’ this b+tch
got a rack in my hand, and i’m [?] that b+tch, oh yeah
boy, you scarin’ all the hoes in that [?]
and yo’ girl, like it’s yu+gi+oh, i’ll summon that b+tch, oh yeah

[verse 3: omarcameup]
aye, n+ggas got my sh+t playin’ on repeat
these n+ggas love to act tough on they p+c
wrist is on froze, man, i feel like aokiji
f+ck on that b+tch, i don’t care if she leave me
[?] conversation, you cannot see me
tell all the haters, i kick on my feet, feet
worry ’bout my plate, my team finna’ eat, eat

[verse 4: pe$o pete]
i’m smokin’ on gas all god d+mn day, man
they told me pe$o got racks on the way, man
i poured a four up in this pineapple fanta, that sh+t turned to orange like spray tan
i’ve seen a lot through these muhf+ckin’ ray+bans
choppa’ gon’ tear off his limbs like rayman
i’m too smooth like aye man! say man!
we’ve been on the come up all god d+mn day, man
[verse 5: 954mari]
smok+, smokin’ all god d+mn day, man
sold a couple chains and i made like eight bands
shawty gon’ rock [?], no [?]
they be [?] no [?]
i keep texts like [?] rights
she seen the bulge in my pants when i [?]
drop in her d+m’s and pop in her texts
if i drop the addy, she droppin’ tonight
bad lil’ b+tch and i know that she [?]
she gon’ let me scoop by the coupé when she blast it
smooth +rg+sm (smooth +rg+sm)
tension on my packet
[?] in my pants but my [?]
boxing set in a [?] full of [?]
i was makin’ plays with the troops, i’m a savage
chocolate mousse [?]
dark red pink on the coupé, color radish

[outro: pe$o pete, omarcameup, 954mari, & [?]]
when i’m in my city, man, i have no issue
solid gold on me, no stones, boy, i am simple
i sprained my wrist, now it’s cold like a igloo
sendin’ my shots, boy you know i won’t miss you
you turned your back, now it’s hard to forgive you
speedin’ the track, i see you through my rear+view
turn to the mess, [?] i can’t hear you
woah+woah+woah+woah
when i’m in my city, i’m movin’ some [?]
i’m movin some [?], i’m movin’ some thotty
wherever i go, i’m bringin’ my brodies
the op’s lookin’ for me, i won’t let them catch me
when i’m in my city, i’m movin’ some [?]
i’m movin some [?], i’m movin’ some thotty
wherever i go, i’m bringin’ my brodies
the op’s lookin’ for me, i won’t let them catch me (f+ck pe$o pete)
when i’m in my city, i’m movin’ some [?]
i’m movin some [?], i’m movin’ some thotty
wherever i go, i’m bringin’ my brodies
the op’s lookin’ for me, i won’t let them+
tell all the haters, i kick on my feet, feet
worry ’bout my plate, my team finna’ eat, eat (shiny pack!)
wherever i go, i’m bringin’ my brodies
the op’s lookin’ for me, i won’t let them catch me

- peo pete lyrics

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