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lirik lagu pm capo – overdue

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[intro]
(enrgy, man, why you do that, man?)

[verse 1: pm capo]
why this b~tch stalkin’? i been done with that
i just f~cked this fat ho, d~mn, she had a double back
i be sackin’ n~ggas and you fumble packs
these snitch n~ggas wanna scr~p, i call ’em rumble rats
yeah, i’m pm, but if you ain’t bro, then don’t call me that
i just pulled to flint with seven shooters in a pontiac
i can f~ck your b~tch in dirty ups and an army hat
rémy boy for real, i snuck a fifth in my niece barbie bag
ayy, now i’m stuck on the plane
rio mad as h~ll, he just woke up and he lost all the drank
if you ask about ct n~ggas, i’m in the hall of fame
know this dyk~ b~tch with big titties, i think they call her james
d~mn, i think the ho confused
doggy really thought he had a sale, i must ain’t show the clues
who let y’all n~ggas get off? my time overdue
came a long way from hittin’ l!cks out of open coupes
if a n~gga had on j’s, we would’ve sold his shoes
sn~tchin’ n~ggas’ cartis off they face, let’s get these chokers too
he came around the gang, he must ain’t know the rules
’cause you can’t come ’round the gang if you don’t own a tool
if you can’t double up, you need to go to school
need a thousand for a feature, yeah, that come with promo too
[interlude: krispylife kidd]
a year ago, i was trappin’, still got money in my old safe
okay
krispylife, n~gga
watch this

[verse 2: krispylife kidd]
a year ago, i was trappin’, still got money in my old safe
we got fins, macs, and i got a long k
hit dog with two in his chest, make his soul shake
once you start doin’ somethin’ they not, they’ll show hate
iur the gang, big ice, he came to get me
wasn’t excited when i facetimed my first sixty
made a funny face the first time that i tasted trishy
can get a n~gga hoed, yeah, just pay the ticket
whoever get a baby outta me a whole g.o.a.t.
i could’ve bought a pint, but instead, i bought a coat
he thought he got an eight, but he only bought a four
in atlanta trippin’, matter fact, let me call boat
my young n~gga’ll rope this b~tch off for like twenty pills
my n~gga caught a body and the judge gave him twenty years
in the club fightin’, get a n~gga hit with twenty beers
never see you outside, you must be in a different field

[verse 3: rio da yung og]
i just made three hundred racks, i’m finna sit and chill
not that sh~t you n~ggas rap about, i seen a brick for real
dropped another dirty with my p.o., he a b~tch for real
drank prices went up, i was payin’ fifty~six a seal
i don’t really rap beef, i get n~ggas k!lled
eighty racks in my old~school, i got the engine built
true religions off a pair of pradas and a fendi belt
i’m finna take you motherf~ckers back to 2012
ridin’ with a bag with three thousand twenty dollar bills
he want four thousand for the wock’, that is not a deal
i don’t rap beef, i be gettin’ human beings shot for real
lil’ j just made a half a mil’, he ain’t got a deal
okay, i’m finna turn myself in, bro, i gotta chill
gave johnny dang fifty for the chain, i could’ve bought a grill


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