Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Peso, artist - $uicideboy$. Album song KILL YOURSELF Part IV: The Trill Clinton Saga, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 23.09.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: G59
Song language: English
Peso |
Motherfucker, pass the buck |
Or should I say bucks? |
I could give a fuck about ifs, ands, or buts |
You still getting cut because this is a team, and you not with us |
We summing up funds, we funding our sums |
To you this is work, to me this fun |
Atilla the Hun, dread what we become |
We chewin' up CEOs, spittin' out bums |
We never stuck in a rut, Norman Atomic is pissing that mud |
Ridin' clean in the muck, diamonds gleaming in my semen |
Get the meaning? |
Now she screaming, «put yo' seed in my gut!» |
I’m like, «slut, you fucking nuts—you best believe I’m about bust» |
Get on your knees and please just suck |
What? |
You got a problem with it? |
Well, I could give a fuck |
I’m finna pluck you like a flower petal |
Drop you back down to that bottom level |
My ambitions as a rider, I’m a shotta bumping 'Pac and Biggie |
Gimmie the loot, gimmie the loot |
Or you can meet this semi (grrah!) |
Listening to Em while I’m smoking and I’m popping pillies |
Switch it to Weezy, sipping sleazy, thinking about a milli' (woo!) |
This that dirty south, cracker, junkie that you heard of |
Pill popping, armed robber, always talking slurred up (what?) |
Chopped and screwed, sippin' juice, fucking love that syrup (woo) |
Sick fuck, psycho goonies, no, them meds won’t cure us |
This New Orleans, killers lurking, maybe rob a tourist |
Lord, forgive me if I’m slippin' and them haters burn us |
I just don’t know no other way, $crimmy always fucked up |
Yeah, yeah, yeah |