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rucci & peysoh - free peysoh lyrics

[intro]
(drumma)
(phxraoh, what the f+ck?)

[verse 2: rucci]
ayy, rucc’ dog baby in this b+tch once again (in this b+tch once again)
two twin glocks, them my motherf+ckin’ friends
n+gga kept talkin’, caught a bullet to his chin
yellin’, “f+ck the opps,” i’m from inglewood ends
ayy, ayy, b+tch, i get it in
ayy, ayy, pull up in the benz
glock boy like i’m tj
bought an ak for my b+day
tell ’em don’t worry ’bout the bill like a prepay
f+ckin’ on my b+tch, pass her off like a relay
free don don, just talked to him on three+way
fast track, gettin’ good dome on the freeway

[chorus: peysoh]
don’t come around and try to kick, gotta put in work
n+ggas ain’t troopin’, only active when they off a perc’
all my n+ggas k!llers, they on go if i say the word
slide down his block, do jawns and leave his mama hurt
lost my dad, lost my soul, that’s in night two
real life demon, quick to play, don’t make me light you
and we got fullys for the tysons, i’m like, “fight who?”
big+ass yopper on my lap, don’t let it bite you
[verse 3: rucci]
ayy, ayy, give a f+ck if he dead, free whoever did it
almost smoked the old lady ’cause that b+tch wasn’t with it
if you snitched in a jail, you shouldn’t get a visit
n+gga, it ain’t hard to tell you was raised around b+tches
i done fell in love with them glockys and switches (with them glockys and switches)
bodeine baby, i be wockeisha sippin’
pull up the drop without the top, it went missin’
still in the trenches poppin’ at the b+tches
free my lil’ n+gga peysoh, gang, gang
young n+gga slidin’ in the amg with eight chains
i’m the truth and he the motherf+ckin’ answer
ridin’ with a blammer, call from the slammer

- rucci peysoh lyrics

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