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peso peso - grown man business lyrics

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[intro]
(beat that motherf+cker up, quad)

[verse 1: ralfy the plug]
play callin’ with john madden, we’ll blitz n+ggas
i can go anywhere in the city long as the hit stick with me
two, three bullets like blade blade ready to rip n+ggas
look at my diamonds and look at theirs, it’s a big difference
b+tch, don’t compare me to no bums, i’m big pimpin’
treat his head like divorce court and split wiggim
he perkied up, probably talkin’ to chief [?]
heavy metal on me, hangin’ with rockstars, bullets won’t misfit him
[?] kickin’ me out the club, he said, “why your wrist always trippin’?”
gave me all your money to me ’cause she don’t bеlieve in your vision
don’t beat thе b+tch ’cause she choosin’, let her make her own decisions
if you broke, n+gga, stop askin’ questions, it’s grown man business

[chorus: ralfy the plug]
b+tch, you sure you wanna get up in this grown man business?
she asked me who i’m f+ckin’, b+tch, none of your d+mn business
i would chip an opp lover but he ain’t on nothin’ either
any b+tch that’s tryna bring the dough, i need ’em
b+tch, you sure you wanna get up in this grown man business?
she asked me who i’m f+ckin’, b+tch, none of your d+mn business
i would chip an opp lover but he ain’t on nothin’ either
any b+tch that’s tryna bring the dough, i need ’em
[verse 2: peso peso]
n+gga trip, get flipped, i’ll send him to jesus
my brother tryna catch a bucket, n+gga, give him a reason
takin’ pics with a gun, you a wannabe demon
walk up in saks, spend racks and do the same up in neimans
i shave heads with this tec, n+gga, come get an edge up
i see ’em hatin’ that we thumbin’ through these racks, n+gga, catch up
ain’t never worried ’bout no jackin’, what you think i got legs for?
and all the cars paid off, i thought a broke n+gga said somethin’
you old n+ggas hatin’ on me youngins, ’cause you got less [?]
don’t make me send shh, to your house, boy, he’s a bread taker
and my brother what’s his name keep a strap while i’m [?]
i’m off a ten, while i’m all in your b+tch, i’m a leg shaker

[chorus: ralfy the plug]
b+tch, you sure you wanna get up in this grown man business?
she asked me who i’m f+ckin’, b+tch, none of your d+mn business
i would chip an opp lover but he ain’t on nothin’ either
any b+tch that’s tryna bring the dough, i need ’em
b+tch, you sure you wanna get up in this grown man business?
she asked me who i’m f+ckin’, b+tch, none of your d+mn business
i would chip an opp lover but he ain’t on nothin’ either
any b+tch that’s tryna bring the dough, i need ’em



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