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troop brand – mrs. pelly lyrics

(chorus)
high fash mag, new school cab
hopped in my uber range turned it to a jag
5 star deal, gold utensils
i’m big chill with my real ones eating quail
phew quick fast, had to do the dash
petroleum pack gas i will never crash
1 quick trip, sip a lil bit
i’m too fixed won’t flip on a crucifix

(verse)
ok
nah wats the tea sis, it look like brisk
it look like somebody out here tryna pull sh+t
it look like somebody tryna get like this
tryna jack shoes but the b+tch don’t fit
yeah i walk like this, i talk like this
look got the chocolate sauce like it’s nesquik
big book when i roll my papers it’s that thick
big bank look like fort knox and warren buffett
had a feast on her back yea i’m eddie murphy
eat with the rice and the shrimp curry
shot my shot it went in like my name curry
shot after shot now my vision blurry
want beef you my son this is not jerky
trick or treat with the heat out in new jersey
smash on this chick and her name was kirby
she get me sloppy and after that we get a slurpy
(chorus)
high fash mag, new school cab
hopped in my uber range turned it to a jag
5 star deal, gold utensils
i’m big chill with my real ones eating quail
phew quick fast, had to do the dash
petroleum pack gas i will never crash
1 quick trip, sip a lil bit
i’m too fixed won’t flip on a crucifix

- troop brand lyrics

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