| One, one
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| Yeah, she wanna sit on my lap
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| Yeah, she wanna sit on my lap
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| You think you know me
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| She wanna sit on my lap, yeah
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| She wanna sit on my lap
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| (Damn, Peggy! What-? Aye)
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| (She on his bare knees to watch him skeet over)
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| Yeah, she wanna sit on my lap, yeah
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| (… like three donuts. For real, where the fuck we goin', what we doin'?)
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| Oh God no (What you wanna do?)
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| Fuck Postmates
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| Aye, aye, uh, aye, uh, what, what, what, uh, what, yeah
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| I need all (Let's get it)
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| I need all my bitches same color as Drake
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| If they not, then they getting rocked
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| Put that Pyrex in the pot (Right)
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| I don’t give a fuck if you out there in the 6 (Turn around)
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| Suck a dick, pussy boy you getting hit with the (woo!)
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| And I’m really with the shits, so you not gon' take my hits
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| Break my heart while I break your bitch
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| Two black cards, let me cloak my wrist (Okay)
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| Fuck a diss, boy, I’m draggin' bodies like it’s Metal Gurr
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| I don’t care 'bout your fuckin' status, Peggy got no fear
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| Ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah, yeah
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| Juggin', I come with them bands, aye
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| Gun do not come with no plan, aye
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| Keep a Kimber at the pad, aye
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| Crackers never get a pass, wait
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| Credit like my name was Chad, aye
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| Watch who you fucking tag, babe
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| Okay, get your demo out my face
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| Shawty, tryna give that dick to Kelly Conway
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| Pull my case, boy, I beat that shit like Lennon beat his bae
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| Young O’Shea (Ice Cube, motherfucker)
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| I need a bitch with long hair like Myke C-Town (Yeah?)
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| You talking shit, I’m talking shit, you catch a beat down (Yeah)
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| I know you never in the hood or in the streets now (Hey)
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| And still, I’m hearing that you really want some beef now?
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| Bruh, take your tree out my backwood
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| Made the beat 'cause I’m that good
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| Got your girl on her hands, Johnny 5 with the cans
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| Fuck a blog, fuck a fan, hope my record get panned
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| Least I made you niggas dance
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| Fuck 12 nigga, stamp!
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| On my body, oh I got it
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| On my body, my body, my body
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| On my body, oh I got it
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| You never wrote it
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| I’m gonna be right
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| It’s night, bout to be dark
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| Sun lotion balm on a palm I’m rubbin'
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| All I want is what I see (Hear the-) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 1539 N. Calvert , by - JPEGMAFIA. Song from the album Veteran, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп