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pm capo – overdue كلمات اغاني

[intro]
(enrgy, man, why you do that, man?)

[verse 1: pm capo]
why this b_tch stalkin’? i been done with that
i just f_cked this fat ho, d_mn, she had a double back
i be sackin’ n_ggas and you fumble packs
these snitch n_ggas wanna scr_p, i call ’em rumble rats
yeah, i’m pm, but if you ain’t bro, then don’t call me that
i just pulled to flint with seven shooters in a pontiac
i can f_ck your b_tch in dirty ups and an army hat
rémy boy for real, i snuck a fifth in my niece barbie bag
ayy, now i’m stuck on the plane
rio mad as h_ll, he just woke up and he lost all the drank
if you ask about ct n_ggas, i’m in the hall of fame
know this dyk_ b_tch with big titties, i think they call her james
d_mn, i think the ho confused
doggy really thought he had a sale, i must ain’t show the clues
who let y’all n_ggas get off? my time overdue
came a long way from hittin’ l!cks out of open coupes
if a n_gga had on j’s, we would’ve sold his shoes
sn_tchin’ n_ggas’ cartis off they face, let’s get these chokers too
he came around the gang, he must ain’t know the rules
’cause you can’t come ’round the gang if you don’t own a tool
if you can’t double up, you need to go to school
need a thousand for a feature, yeah, that come with promo too
[interlude: krispylife kidd]
a year ago, i was trappin’, still got money in my old safe
okay
krispylife, n_gga
watch this

[verse 2: krispylife kidd]
a year ago, i was trappin’, still got money in my old safe
we got fins, macs, and i got a long k
hit dog with two in his chest, make his soul shake
once you start doin’ somethin’ they not, they’ll show hate
iur the gang, big ice, he came to get me
wasn’t excited when i facetimed my first sixty
made a funny face the first time that i tasted trishy
can get a n_gga hoed, yeah, just pay the ticket
whoever get a baby outta me a whole g.o.a.t.
i could’ve bought a pint, but instead, i bought a coat
he thought he got an eight, but he only bought a four
in atlanta trippin’, matter fact, let me call boat
my young n_gga’ll rope this b_tch off for like twenty pills
my n_gga caught a body and the judge gave him twenty years
in the club fightin’, get a n_gga hit with twenty beers
never see you outside, you must be in a different field

[verse 3: rio da yung og]
i just made three hundred racks, i’m finna sit and chill
not that sh_t you n_ggas rap about, i seen a brick for real
dropped another dirty with my p.o., he a b_tch for real
drank prices went up, i was payin’ fifty_six a seal
i don’t really rap beef, i get n_ggas k!lled
eighty racks in my old_school, i got the engine built
true religions off a pair of pradas and a fendi belt
i’m finna take you motherf_ckers back to 2012
ridin’ with a bag with three thousand twenty dollar bills
he want four thousand for the wock’, that is not a deal
i don’t rap beef, i be gettin’ human beings shot for real
lil’ j just made a half a mil’, he ain’t got a deal
okay, i’m finna turn myself in, bro, i gotta chill
gave johnny dang fifty for the chain, i could’ve bought a grill

- pm capo

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