lirik lagu peysoh & daboii - massage parlor
[intro: peysoh]
ayy
[chorus: peysoh]
we go through if he ain’t dead, get his brother touched
i got a thing for opp b~tches, i can’t get enough
i know she prolly wanna k!ll me, f~ck her with my gun
she had a baby with an opp, so i’ma slap her son
we go through if he ain’t dead, get his brother touched
i got a thing for opp b~tches, i can’t get enough
i know she prolly wanna k!ll me, f~ck her with my gun
she had a baby with an opp, so i’ma slap her son
[verse 1: peysoh]
off this henny, i hit baby with a two~step
that one hat was kinda cute, but i left two dead
can’t pick the color on my urus, i need two next
and if it’s ’bout a bag, i’ll go stupid like i’m too sped
choppa tearin’ up your belly, call it tummy tuck
massage parlor with a asian, get sucky suck
i broke the b~tch thinkin’ she was gettin’ puppy love
head tap, how the f~ck he breathin’? you a lucky f~ck
a good girl for instagram, but she a school thot
i’m tryna do my dance with it, f~ck a cool glock
and we don’t do no half~crate, i need full box
peach enough for bl!cks, now i’m slime with a full chop
i got a handy shooting missile, this a c~ckade
all that stuffin’ ’bout it get your brother blocked, bae
he think movin’ out cool, you is not safe
mentionin’ my brother h~lla funny till he got faced
[chorus: peysoh]
we go through if he ain’t dead, get his brother touched
i got a thing for opp b~tches, i can’t get enough
i know she prolly wanna k!ll me, f~ck her with my gun
she had a baby with an opp, so i’ma slap her son
we go through if he ain’t dead, get his brother touched
i got a thing for opp b~tches, i can’t get enough
i know she prolly wanna k!ll me, f~ck her with my gun
she had a baby with an opp, so i’ma slap her son
[verse 2: daboii]
i got a thing for opp b~tches
can’t shout out what’s~his~name ’cause all he do is drop n~gga
you gotta cop at least three, or you can’t even shop with us
don’t be speakin’ on them skits if you wasn’t in that cot, n~gga
we ain’t entertain the trollin’, p~ssy n~gga, make a move
i been runnin’ from the rolls, i had a scuff on my shoe
airwear, chest out, i ain’t tuckin’ in no jewels
why you cuffin’ on that b~tch? you know she f~ckin’, nothin’ new
sob, ywn and sh~t, i’m reppin’ to the grave
i look myself up in the mirror, look how far a n~gga came
everybody blood~related, but they gon’ label us a gang
i tipped the waiter two hundred, i told lil’ baby, “keep the change”
let a n~gga back door, he gon’ get front door
i hit the scene, i’m fresh to death, but this a sloppy dumb road
she wasn’t tryna hand it over, i told her, “get the f~ck on”
yeah, my temper’s short as f~ck, but baby know the bucks long
on the gang, n~gga
[chorus: peysoh]
we go through if he ain’t dead, get his brother touched
i got a thing for opp b~tches, i can’t get enough
i know she prolly wanna k!ll me, f~ck her with my gun
she had a baby with an opp, so i’ma slap her son
we go through if he ain’t dead, get his brother touched
i got a thing for opp b~tches, i can’t get enough
i know she prolly wanna k!ll me, f~ck her with my gun
she had a baby with an opp, so i’ma slap her son
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