Ain't it funny, goofy, stupid, how you feel about it?
Boy, you bitch made, pussy, ion feel the static
Always wonder like the bread man, it's been a habit
Quit checking with me, baby know I been laughing
Get it cracking like some shorts on a white boy
Polo sport on the plaid with the life choice
Contemplating where my bitches and they right there
If you a witness you was thinking I would fight fair
Tote that, coach them, revolver not a print left
Woah, boy, yo choice, you know I got a sixth sense
All hammers, no jammers, like ya only bitch next
Oh yea, my bad, she ain't seen ya text yet
Got the shells coming in and they hit the gravel
And the feds headed in, oh the damage matter
Got a lisp, little bitch, and she love to babble
Ion ever really talk so you get the shadow
Told her mama"Where you goin? It's only sundown"
She on auto only comin' if I'm dumbfound
Talked about with her yeah I know she from 'round
If I hit it is you with it or do you talk loud?
My bad how you feelin' no it's not shy
It's automatic so the villains know to come by
If it's hidden then you missing need to throw light
Never kidding do the mission like a lullaby
And they got me real bored, man I'm tired of 'em
If the shoe fitting tell me what's ya size in it
'Cause you bitch made I could never tie didn't
This little nine could change a life and alive instant
Say so, say this, say that
Word to mouth, babble, I told em I fight back
If I lose told 'em, coo, I was packing oh my bad
If I need an opinion I told em I'll call back
What you think I care for? You a stale whore
I was beating shit up with the punches and the elbows
Got 'em in a coupe and they cruising, no dinero
Side bitch whining and I know it's about the Celos
Told em keep coo, what you been through?
Told em make em payroll and then skim views
I was in they head actin as a big news
It's the checkers baby I just play no review
Next time I catch you peaking over I ain't see you
Take notes, take notes, and then lay low
I was playin by the mind not the say so's
Case closed, case closed, this shit lame bro
Worry 'bout ya pockets not about my peso
Take notes, take notes, and then lay low
I was playin by the mind not the say so's
Case closed, case closed, this shit lame bro
Worry 'bout ya pockets not about my peso
Vicio - PESO Lyrics
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Ain't it funny, goofy, stupid, how you feel about it?
Boy, you bitch made, pussy, ion feel the static
Always wonder like the bread man, it's been a habit
Quit checking with me, baby know I been laughing
Get it cracking like some shorts on a white boy
Polo sport on the plaid with the life choice
Contemplating where my bitches and they right there
If you a witness you was thinking I would fight fair
Tote that, coach them, revolver not a print left
Woah, boy, yo choice, you know I got a sixth sense
All hammers, no jammers, like ya only bitch next
Oh yea, my bad, she ain't seen ya text yet
Got the shells coming in and they hit the gravel
And the feds headed in, oh the damage matter
Got a lisp, little bitch, and she love to babble
Ion ever really talk so you get the shadow
Told her mama"Where you goin? It's only sundown"
She on auto only comin' if I'm dumbfound
Talked about with her yeah I know she from 'round
If I hit it is you with it or do you talk loud?
My bad how you feelin' no it's not shy
It's automatic so the villains know to come by
If it's hidden then you missing need to throw light
Never kidding do the mission like a lullaby
And they got me real bored, man I'm tired of 'em
If the shoe fitting tell me what's ya size in it
'Cause you bitch made I could never tie didn't
This little nine could change a life and alive instant
Say so, say this, say that
Word to mouth, babble, I told em I fight back
If I lose told 'em, coo, I was packing oh my bad
If I need an opinion I told em I'll call back
What you think I care for? You a stale whore
I was beating shit up with the punches and the elbows
Got 'em in a coupe and they cruising, no dinero
Side bitch whining and I know it's about the Celos
Told em keep coo, what you been through?
Told em make em payroll and then skim views
I was in they head actin as a big news
It's the checkers baby I just play no review
Next time I catch you peaking over I ain't see you
Take notes, take notes, and then lay low
I was playin by the mind not the say so's
Case closed, case closed, this shit lame bro
Worry 'bout ya pockets not about my peso
Take notes, take notes, and then lay low
I was playin by the mind not the say so's
Case closed, case closed, this shit lame bro
Worry 'bout ya pockets not about my peso
Boy, you bitch made, pussy, ion feel the static
Always wonder like the bread man, it's been a habit
Quit checking with me, baby know I been laughing
Get it cracking like some shorts on a white boy
Polo sport on the plaid with the life choice
Contemplating where my bitches and they right there
If you a witness you was thinking I would fight fair
Tote that, coach them, revolver not a print left
Woah, boy, yo choice, you know I got a sixth sense
All hammers, no jammers, like ya only bitch next
Oh yea, my bad, she ain't seen ya text yet
Got the shells coming in and they hit the gravel
And the feds headed in, oh the damage matter
Got a lisp, little bitch, and she love to babble
Ion ever really talk so you get the shadow
Told her mama"Where you goin? It's only sundown"
She on auto only comin' if I'm dumbfound
Talked about with her yeah I know she from 'round
If I hit it is you with it or do you talk loud?
My bad how you feelin' no it's not shy
It's automatic so the villains know to come by
If it's hidden then you missing need to throw light
Never kidding do the mission like a lullaby
And they got me real bored, man I'm tired of 'em
If the shoe fitting tell me what's ya size in it
'Cause you bitch made I could never tie didn't
This little nine could change a life and alive instant
Say so, say this, say that
Word to mouth, babble, I told em I fight back
If I lose told 'em, coo, I was packing oh my bad
If I need an opinion I told em I'll call back
What you think I care for? You a stale whore
I was beating shit up with the punches and the elbows
Got 'em in a coupe and they cruising, no dinero
Side bitch whining and I know it's about the Celos
Told em keep coo, what you been through?
Told em make em payroll and then skim views
I was in they head actin as a big news
It's the checkers baby I just play no review
Next time I catch you peaking over I ain't see you
Take notes, take notes, and then lay low
I was playin by the mind not the say so's
Case closed, case closed, this shit lame bro
Worry 'bout ya pockets not about my peso
Take notes, take notes, and then lay low
I was playin by the mind not the say so's
Case closed, case closed, this shit lame bro
Worry 'bout ya pockets not about my peso
Writer: Israel Torres
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