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pe$o pete - samba de amigo lyrics

[intro: pe$o pete]
uh
uh?
órale, wyt
camile, camile
f+ck!

[verse 1: pe$o pete]
i just had to go and get a bag real quick, man
b+tch keep playin’ like a war, ah
b+tch keep on playin’ like a wario ware minigame
they talk about yung pe$o like a myth, i’m foreally, man
i’m gon’ come out of that sh+t wit’ some billys, man
you don’t even know what i sesh, it’s a new strain
f+ck top life, get rope, need new pain
b+tch, i ain’t chillin’ on the floor, i’m on the ceiling

[verse 2: pe$o pete]
ooh! b+tch back it up like cement truck
i just had to come up outta cut with them bands up
i got bands up, uh, i got bands up, uh
i got bands up, uh, i got bands up, uh
i got bands up, uh, i got bands up, uh
i got bands up, uh, i got bands up, ooh
shoot my shot with a baddie, it’s a free throw
b+tch, i got rhythm like samba de amigo+migo
never had to b+tch about a blue note, b+tch, ’cause i steady be in booth singin’ c+notes
they don’t even know what it takes to be me, though
i’ma have to show ’em ’bout the recipe
hold up, lil’ b+tch, had to write it down, b+tch
had to write it down, b+tch
had to write it down, b+tch
said i’m so clean, b+tch, told ’em, “wipe me down, b+tch”
uh, now i’m grindin’ out, b+tch
how i’m ridin’ out, b+tch
like a diamond out, b+tch
out the rough, lil’ b+tch
you ain’t— you ain’t on, you ain’t tough, lil’ b+tch
you ain’t up, lil’ b+tch
you ain’t married to the money, you ain’t cuffed, lil’ b+tch
i’ma— ugh
[verse 3: lime king & pe$o pete]
watch how i step, b+tch
go+got an avalanche on my left wrist
bad girl about to hit the bestest
your mom and your sister on my checklist
my money galactic like i’m ghetsis
your b+tch at my house and she gon’ get d+ck
i be ’bout the blue like i’m a leftist
gettin’ all this money is my fetish
wah, b+tch, i’m the goat
go+got a bad b+tch, i’m in her throat, huh, wuh (continue?)
i don’t mean to boast
i just got the louis on coat
the boy said he gon’ fight, but he won’t
he mad i’m gettin’ money, he don’t (anti+broke coalition)
all this drip on me, i need a boat
all this drip on me, i be the moat
you can’t step in my castle
i’m the sh+t, so they call me an assh0l+
she be handin’ her box out to every b+tch, thought we playin’ pass the parcel
she on her knees like a past apostle
we gon’ send that b+tch to church ’cause there ain’t no god in my bedroom
he talkin’ sh+t so he gonna be dead soon
i’ll be nutty like a legume
i got that d+ck in my hand; pause! resume
they steal my words, they gon’ still need a résumé
f+ck the law, i am not one to legislate
goin’ to h+ll, but we send them to heaven’s gate
[outro: lime king & pe$o pete]
bad b+tch up on my d+ck
bad b+tch up on my d+ck
b+bad b+tch up on my d+ck, woah
bad b+tch up on my d+ck (don’t ever fold)
b+bad b+tch, bad b+tch
bad b+tch, b+b+bad+bad b+tch
ba+bad b+b+tch
bad b+b+tch
eatin’ my d+ck like babish
(hahaha)

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