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wiseguybruno - peter pan lyrics

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[intro]
welcome back to today with richard bey. now, our next guest is a single parent. please welcome, bruno! (d-mn, son. where’d you find this.)

[verse 1: flash aidan]
i just want the cash (uh)
flexin’ in my bag
i want b-tches doin’ crack (uh)
knees that i can sag
now i’m antsy smokin’ gr-ss (uh)
choppa in my pocket
pocket rocket
everybody runnin’
people do the dash
i like cars, i like speed (uh)
i don’t wanna wait
i like shorty, she so clean (what)
take ‘er on a date
she so walkie, she mans throat (uh)
she don’t wanna mate
i’m mad c-cky, that’s a know (what)
i don’t wanna wait
i’m so fast, i can gas (uh)
runnin’ in the flame
chasin’ fast on your gas (what)
if you rob my chain
do the dash, i make cash (uh)
wanna rob a bank
you with shorty, that’s a -ss (uh)
smokin’ on that stank

[chorus: lil waldo]
(ay, ah) come on my mans if you wanna throw hands
posted with d-cky like i’m taliban
get it so hot that we might hit the fan
is you gon be there when sh-t hit the fan
call me water the liter like peter the pan
iced out my b-tch then i flew to j-pan
beg for a feature, like why you so eager
the lean in my liter, i’m here for the bands
(ay, ah) come on my mans if you wanna throw hands
posted with d-cky like i’m taliban
get it so hot that we might hit the fan
is you gon be there when sh-t hit the fan
call me water the liter like peter the pan
iced out my b-tch then i flew to j-pan
beg for a feature, like why you so eager
the lean in my liter, i’m here for the bands

[verse 2: lil waldo]
i break the peace, f-ck a quaker (ay)
my wrist, they lookin’ like glacier (whoa)
halo like doo doo doo, shoot you like laser
shoot ’em like threes, like i play for the lakers (ay, ay)
shoot ’em like threes, like i play for the lakers (ay)
shoot ’em like threes, like i play for the lakers

[verse 3: young gancho]
my clique don’t f-ck with you
choppa cl!ck like boom
you quitters like too too
spit just how i shoot
wrists look like a pool
b-tch, i feel like tommy cruz
(ay) tommy
i might just f-ck on your mommy
she save on my d-ck, like ooh, mommy
splashin’ that b-tch like tsunami
my d-ck be holy like commie
told ’em get out of my comments
you not ready, you don’t want it
rocket fancy, like a comet
your b-tch pull up and she toppin’
i’m off the bean like a zombie
they want me, they want me
choppa, my sh-t be so wavy
i get the suds like i’m gravy
she look like an angel, she save me
i get the gas like vp
you got no sticks, heat a bb
she’s on my phone, ’cause she need me
on ‘er like 23, like 23

[outro]
trapaholics, b-tch! (b-tch, b-tch)



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