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rx peso - servin j's lyrics

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[intro: rx peso]
no pressure on me
drugrixh

[chorus: rx peso & rx hector]
trapping nicks [?] my flip-flops
serving junkies crack, that jawlock
i hit for the bricks when i used to doorlock
drugrixh, i never punched a clock
i used to be jugging off the flock
i got the shooters on the watch
i could turn nothing into a lot
ain’t nothing but a stove in the spot
me and peso, we just hit a l!ck
trapping nicks in designer flips
you know ain’t no pressure on this sh-t
i turn nothing into a whole lot of sh-t
you say he’s a shooter, he ain’t never shot at sh-t
if you paid the plug, but you ain’t never got the sh-t
drugrixh, from the [?]
i counted a hundred in balenciaga tips

[verse 1: rx hector]
i done did a whole lot of sh-t
but i don’t talk about a lot of sh-t
pop a n-gga, change your outfit
this life i live, that’s that thug sh-t
i’m on the raw, can’t function
i came up from serving nicks to junkies
the stick with the drum going monkey
and i’m just addicted to counting hundreds

[verse 2: rx peso]
i’m just addicted to drug money
serving them j’s and flipping dummies
i kept a hundred, i ain’t stunting nothing
i’ll put the hundred round to your tummy
serving p’s in flip-flops
make your b-tch do liplocks
hit for the bricks off doorlocks
i got the sticks like black ops
i got the plug in a headlock
i’ll press a b-tton, the top drop
off-white forgies in large blocks
love fish, said my b-tch shark
f-ck your b-tch and make her p-ssy fart
k!ll a n-gga, leave him on the tarp
toast a n-gga like a pop-tart
sipping act, no wok hard

[chorus: rx peso & rx hector]
trapping nicks [?] my flip-flops
serving junkies crack, that jawlock
i hit for the bricks when i used to doorlock
drugrixh, i never punched a clock
i used to be jugging off the flock
i got the shooters on the watch
i could turn nothing into a lot
ain’t nothing but a stove in the spot
me and peso, we just hit a l!ck
trapping nicks in designer flips
you know ain’t no pressure on this sh-t
i turn nothing into a whole lot of sh-t
you say he’s a shooter, he ain’t never shot at sh-t
if you paid the plug, but you ain’t never got the sh-t
drugrixh, from the [?]
i counted a hundred in balenciaga tips
trapping nicks [?] my flip-flops
serving junkies crack, that jawlock
i hit for the bricks when i used to doorlock
drugrixh, i never punched a clock
i used to be jugging off the flock
i got the shooters on the watch
i could turn nothing into a lot
ain’t nothing but a stove in the spot
me and peso, we just hit a l!ck
trapping nicks in designer flips
you know ain’t no pressure on this sh-t
i turn nothing into a whole lot of sh-t
you say he’s a shooter, he ain’t never shot at sh-t
if you paid the plug, but you ain’t never got the sh-t
drugrixh, from the [?]
i counted a hundred in balenciaga tips



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