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blue pesos - don coreleone lyrics
[intro]
pay attention, n_gga, class is in session
no bullsh_t (verse2)
[chorus]
tell a n_gga show respect, i’m don corleone
good fried dope packs, b_tch, it’s forty_one
i’m just a rapper, he ain’t thought to bust that .40, huh?
ain’t seen a hundred, bet a hundred n_ggas more than broke
tell a n_gga show respect, i’m don corleone
good fried dope packs, b_tch, it’s forty_one (sh_t)
just a rapper, he ain’t thought to bust that .40, huh?
ain’t seen a hundred, bet a hundred n_ggas more than broke
[verse 1]
n_ggas more than broke, n_ggas h_lla jokes
you won’t get yourself up for some sh_t you ain’t ready for
hold a grudgе, you should know this forever smoke
gеt a n_gga riddled with these clips, i’m don corleone
i’m the one to charge, in other words, the boss
i’m just a rapper, haha, ’til the .40 spark
he got a wack jumper, get this n_gga off the court
tell a n_gga, “come outside, please”, i’m sick of huntin’ for you
just send the lo’, ain’t no biggie, saved a hundred for you
tyrannosaurus clips, we’ll flip a dinosaur
it was a 21_o, peep the final score
he thought he had the perfect play, i knew all along
broke b_tch, you gotta go, you don’t belong here
if that’s your opp, how the f_ck you do a song with him?
get up on me in person, f_ck the long typin’
be prepared, we might hit you with an assult rifle, ugh
[chorus]
tell a n_gga show respect, i’m don corleone
good fried dope packs, b_tch, it’s forty_one
i’m just a rapper, he ain’t thought to bust that .40, huh?
ain’t seen a hundred, bet a hundred n_ggas more than broke
tell a n_gga show respect, i’m don corleone
good fried dope packs, b_tch, it’s forty_one (sh_t)
just a rapper, he ain’t thought to bust that .40, huh?
ain’t seen a hundred, bet a hundred n_ggas more than broke
[verse 2]
i’m don corleone, hit him with this tommy gun
put this sh_t in gear, ’cause we don’t really got no time to waste
for a fee, sh_t, she might the time of day
it’s 12:18, sh_t, i might got the time today
sh_t, these songs startin’ to sound like poetry
creepin’ through the dark with bart simpson, n_ggas know it’s me
i ain’t the type to really talk, let the .40 speak
“ooh, b_tch, ain’t that p? hope he notice me”
give me, give me, then i’m out of there
i swear to god, this ain’t enough, [?] a tree in there
catch me runnin’ through the pots and pans, f_ck the silverware
any funny thoughts, we’ll shoot him out his vapor match
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