Three

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Peter Piper picker, I never kept her
 Peter Piper pepper, we never kept 'em
 Yeah
 I got more bracelets on than you got chains, bro
 Me and my dawg's dope came in on the same boat
 Whippin' the same dope, I put the bitch in the eighth stroke
 Right out the ghetto, too rap for the letto, yeah
 Caught my first body out in Bentley Coupe, yeah
 Ten real murders from my Migos, yeah
 Rock the Cuban link, top of my knees (yeah, yeah)
 Ostrich seats, bite your sleeves (yeah, yeah)
 Trippin', I'm like a referee up with these gators (yeah)
 Trip on my spot, it was no more basic cable (yeah)
 I mixed some Act with some yellow Tuss like a Laker (yeah)
 Three shot 'em like a mothafuckin' Pacer (Southside, yeah, yeah)
 Never lose like my mothafuckin' McGregor, ya heard? (Yeah)
 Inside the whips come red like ketchurp (Yeah)
 Count this money up with glasses like a mixer (Yeah)
 Codeine laboratory like on Dexter
 Bad yellow skin, Philippine
 Envious and gin never win
 Chrome, hard lens, help me sin
 Hit him in his back, South Central
 Made a lot of M's right from sinnin'
 Ready to smoke the pen by my women
 I prefer the shrimp, tired of chicken
 Ever saw me limp? That's
 I got more rings than you got hoes, bro
 I bought my BM a Bentley with the wings, yeah
 I let my kids fly private I'm Supreme, yeah
 Real killers move in silent, take that clean batch, yeah
 I want the one with the real hair
 I'm out the jungle, a real bear
 Put a chinchilla on anywhere
 I'm out that zoo, zoo, zoo
 I'm a gorilla, ape, nigga, ain't ate
 Ain't fantasize for all you niggas in yellow tape, yeah
 'Cause these niggas, they ain't loyal, they been chillin' with the ops
 Doe Boy came in that 450 Spyder straight from off the block
 Had to throw my crack a few times, don't fuck with or with no cop
 Check on Google, I'm out my noodle
 I feed shrimps to all my shooters
 Ayy my bitch a bad bitch, so I turned her to a recruiter
 I'm a real assassin, quarter M for a back end
 Shawty got real sassy when I gave her that Patek
 If I bust it down today she'll never go back average
 So much Chanel I might as well open up my own store
 Used to use these belts as pillows, sleepin' on floors
 Original BMG nigga, yeah the Feds know
 I'm the richest nigga came from Lil' Mexico
 If you ever catch me limpin', 'cause I'm a pimp
 Chrome helps me see the haters, I can't see 'em
 Gotta keep 10 mil' stashed under my hoe's bed
 And I gotta keep some ice like a meth head
 
 Peter Piper picker, I never kept her
 Peter Piper pepper, we never kept 'em
 Yeah
 I got more bracelets on than you got chains, bro
 Me and my dawg's dope came in on the same boat
 Whippin' the same dope, I put the bitch in the eighth stroke
 Right out the ghetto, too rap for the letto, yeah
 Caught my first body out in Bentley Coupe, yeah
 Ten real murders from my Migos, yeah
 Rock the Cuban link, top of my knees (yeah, yeah)
 Ostrich seats, bite your sleeves (yeah, yeah)
 Trippin', I'm like a referee up with these gators (yeah)
 Trip on my spot, it was no more basic cable (yeah)
 I mixed some Act with some yellow Tuss like a Laker (yeah)
 Three shot 'em like a mothafuckin' Pacer (Southside, yeah, yeah)
 Never lose like my mothafuckin' McGregor, ya heard? (Yeah)
 Inside the whips come red like ketchurp (Yeah)
 Count this money up with glasses like a mixer (Yeah)
 Codeine laboratory like on Dexter
 Bad yellow skin, Philippine
 Envious and gin never win
 Chrome, hard lens, help me sin
 Hit him in his back, South Central
 Made a lot of M's right from sinnin'
 Ready to smoke the pen by my women
 I prefer the shrimp, tired of chicken
 Ever saw me limp? That's
 I got more rings than you got hoes, bro
 I bought my BM a Bentley with the wings, yeah
 I let my kids fly private I'm Supreme, yeah
 Real killers move in silent, take that clean batch, yeah
 I want the one with the real hair
 I'm out the jungle, a real bear
 Put a chinchilla on anywhere
 I'm out that zoo, zoo, zoo
 I'm a gorilla, ape, nigga, ain't ate
 Ain't fantasize for all you niggas in yellow tape, yeah
 'Cause these niggas, they ain't loyal, they been chillin' with the ops
 Doe Boy came in that 450 Spyder straight from off the block
 Had to throw my crack a few times, don't fuck with or with no cop
 Check on Google, I'm out my noodle
 I feed shrimps to all my shooters
 Ayy my bitch a bad bitch, so I turned her to a recruiter
 I'm a real assassin, quarter M for a back end
 Shawty got real sassy when I gave her that Patek
 If I bust it down today she'll never go back average
 So much Chanel I might as well open up my own store
 Used to use these belts as pillows, sleepin' on floors
 Original BMG nigga, yeah the Feds know
 I'm the richest nigga came from Lil' Mexico
 If you ever catch me limpin', 'cause I'm a pimp
 Chrome helps me see the haters, I can't see 'em
 Gotta keep 10 mil' stashed under my hoe's bed
 And I gotta keep some ice like a meth head
 

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02:39
Key
5
Tempo
169 BPM

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