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dc2trill – vivienne peacoat كلمات اغاني

vivienne peacoat lyrics
[intro: dc2trill]
phew
(nick on the track)
gotta dig it

[verse 1: dc2trill]
vivienne westwood peacoat
.223s, big smoke
your b_tch got a deep throat
rps, no repos
lil’ moe just threw a party, you know that’s where the freaks go (yeah)
treat designer like ed hardy, i throw that sh_t all on the floor (phew)
ali got them oxys cheap, you know he bring the percs for sure
matty boy up on my jacket, hood b_tch probably got a big_ass chrome
shooters, know i keep ’em with me
hot points, you gon’ catch ’em near me
i’m icy, know this sh_t look tempting
but try it, you gon’ catch a fifty
martine got me looking spiffy
n_ggas mouse like mickey
your b_tch a snitch, so she minnie
your og too, she miss piggy (phew)
already told you once, b_tch, you can’t leave me no hickey
take the roof up off this b_tch, i’m high right to the ceiling
know i’m [?][0:44] when i’m in them hills and i f_ck on the models
talking to this bougie b_tch, she pulled up to jack harlow (dig?)
your pints ain’t got no barcodes
gen5, yeah, we tote those
your boy look like a hobo
he need to get some cashflow
[verse 2: rio da yung og]
i went in the crib to grab the weed, ran out the back door
this n_gga peezy got straight out the feds like, “where the act’ go?”
can’t believe you kicked my cup over, we gotta scr_p, bro
i can f_ck the baddest b_tches in my city, i wanna rap though
mad as h_ll i wasted all that time, i wanna stack dough
you ain’t really out here active, what the f_ck you got a strap for?
ha, let me get that
i’m blunt as h_ll, pulled her to the side like, “let me hit that”
i got seven ‘bows of some gorilla glue, give me ten stacks
aw sh_t, he threw another brick, but i ain’t with shaq
you know i’m part of the [?][1:23] cartel
bust an old k, when he run, he did a cartwheel
i only poured a deuce in a sixteen ounce, but it’s dark still
and h_ll nah, this is not no tris, had a wock’ seal
dog threw a shot and hit his head, he gettin’ popped still
whether we pour a twenty ounce or a big pop, it’s getting dropped still

[verse 3: rmc mike]
fifty bmg, bullets big, we [?][1:40]
dropped a hunderd in the car, the n_gga body look like chopped ham
met the plug with heavy metal on me, he on the rock band
sixteen ounce sprite or mountain dew is what we drop in
lou’ got a brand new 560, i wanna drop head
drunk all the wock’, bro called, said he got some snot in
cooling kit on baby ghost’s chop, he got a hot head
playing with that glock got me nervous, one up top, yeah
ghetto boy navy, i’ll get a n_gga popped for free
you a petty sipper, n_gga sittin’ around pourin’ a lot of threes
i grinded hard for this hundred k, didn’t hit the lottery
told your ass the truth from the jump, now why you lie to me?
sorry, n_ggas can’t come back to the hood because i’m robbin’ ’em
told boat i’m coming to the a, he like, “no problem”
got the head raw, but she won’t f_ck without no condom
i like to hit her from the back while she screaming out, “wakanda”

- dc2trill

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