Pe$o Pete, Chris Patrick - WAR lyrics
[Pe$o Pete, Chris Patrick - WAR lyrics]
Pew, pew, pew okay, yeah
Órale, wyt
PE$O, are you dumb?
Let me just be honest, let me make it clear
PETER left the building, that boy disappeared
I can't do no stressin'
I can't leave it fear (Okay)
Bitch, I'm tryna sip, I ain't talkin' beer
(Uh)
Why they wanna talk about the kid
Like they know what they know
But they don't even know? Wait
Why she wanna hop on my dick when her man
In the mix? Man, that boy should have known
Wait
Why they wanna talk on my zone? 3-0-5 'til
I'm cold, and I put that on bro', wait
Why you still ain't know who
The fuck PE$O? 'Cause
I'm pretty sure you can ask ya hoe, wait
Why they wanna talk about my
Clique like they ain't
Watch the vlog tryna scout
Out some drip? Wait
Why you wanna talk about the
Stick when it ain't
On yo' hip? You just cap, then you dip, hey
Why you wanna talk about that bitch? Man
I ain't
Even trip 'cause you know I still hit, wait
Chillin' with C-P, but
I'm shootin' buckets, they
Be sayin', "PE$O, how you do this?", wait
Hey, 3-0-5 to the 9-7-3
Once I step in this bitch, nigga
I never leave
Bitch niggas talk shit to the guy, nigga
Please can't reply every time
I'm too fly to be walkin'
Wit' pigeons sittin' on grounds
Big booty vixens send pics to see if we down
PE$O got a vest on his body in case he drown
Fuego in the lobby
The fire that I desire will
Smoke up the fuckin' town
Daffy duckin' all the gooses through
The circle we runnin'
In a labyrinth, Bill Nye
Buildin' somethin' from nothin'
I got a bad li'l queen that
I know that I stunt wit'
PE$O got five demons
Quintuplets that he be fuckin'
This is real life
Preachin' from the heart of the core
PETER picked a pack of bitches as he
Choose the peace wit' his sword
Ain't no peace, when speak
'gainst my people, we go to war
My nigga, we go to war wit' it
Órale, wyt
PE$O, are you dumb?
Let me just be honest, let me make it clear
PETER left the building, that boy disappeared
I can't do no stressin'
I can't leave it fear (Okay)
Bitch, I'm tryna sip, I ain't talkin' beer
(Uh)
Why they wanna talk about the kid
Like they know what they know
But they don't even know? Wait
Why she wanna hop on my dick when her man
In the mix? Man, that boy should have known
Wait
Why they wanna talk on my zone? 3-0-5 'til
I'm cold, and I put that on bro', wait
Why you still ain't know who
The fuck PE$O? 'Cause
I'm pretty sure you can ask ya hoe, wait
Why they wanna talk about my
Clique like they ain't
Watch the vlog tryna scout
Out some drip? Wait
Why you wanna talk about the
Stick when it ain't
On yo' hip? You just cap, then you dip, hey
Why you wanna talk about that bitch? Man
I ain't
Even trip 'cause you know I still hit, wait
Chillin' with C-P, but
I'm shootin' buckets, they
Be sayin', "PE$O, how you do this?", wait
Hey, 3-0-5 to the 9-7-3
Once I step in this bitch, nigga
I never leave
Bitch niggas talk shit to the guy, nigga
Please can't reply every time
I'm too fly to be walkin'
Wit' pigeons sittin' on grounds
Big booty vixens send pics to see if we down
PE$O got a vest on his body in case he drown
Fuego in the lobby
The fire that I desire will
Smoke up the fuckin' town
Daffy duckin' all the gooses through
The circle we runnin'
In a labyrinth, Bill Nye
Buildin' somethin' from nothin'
I got a bad li'l queen that
I know that I stunt wit'
PE$O got five demons
Quintuplets that he be fuckin'
This is real life
Preachin' from the heart of the core
PETER picked a pack of bitches as he
Choose the peace wit' his sword
Ain't no peace, when speak
'gainst my people, we go to war
My nigga, we go to war wit' it