paroles de chanson Fuck My P.O. - OMB Peezy

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Fuck my PO, gotta come and catch me
Don't ride with me no more, they say I'm wicked
Got too much on my mind (man I been stressin')
Try me, somebody dyin' (give you a blessin')
Fuck my PO, you can tell him I said that
Can't leave the heat at home, 'cause shit get hectic
Got too much on my mind (got too much on my mind)
Try me, somebody dyin' (try me, somebody dyin')

Fuck my PO, gotta come catch me
Ayy I'm Peezy, I like to finger fuck my Glock
I got a fetish, I like weapons
And I been going through some things, I need a blessing
But knock the horns, I'ma get one of these fuck niggas if they test me
Nigga tried me, you wanna die
You a bloodclaat pussy watch
He was dead when he took the shot
To his head where them bullets fly
Peezy heading up to the top
But I'm stressin', duckin' all these cops
Know these pussies want to see me flop
Made a promise to make it out
Put the offering in the pot, even though I know the pastor fake
I can see it all in his face, but God gon' bless me anyway
I know I can die any day, that goes for anybody on this earth
Done looked death dead in his face,
But any weapon formed ain't gon' work
Pain pills help me chill, stressin' tryna pay the bills
They don't know I feel like them, but for my spot they'll kill
Pain pills help me chill, stressin' tryna pay the bills
They don't know I feel like them, but for my spot they'll kill

Fuck my PO, gotta come and catch me
Don't ride with me no more, they say I'm wicked
Got too much on my mind (man I been stressin')
Try me, somebody dyin' (give you a blessin')
Fuck my PO, you can tell him I said that
Can't leave the heat at home, 'cause shit get hectic
Got too much on my mind (got too much on my mind)
Try me, somebody dyin' (try me, somebody dyin')

Fuck probation, fuck parole
Give me quarter, I ain't gon' go
On the run, it's alright [?]
And I'm also on the road
I'm sneed 'less it's 'bout some cheese
Won't move 'less it's 'bout some blue
High speed on feet, Peezy P gon' take 'em to the moon
Nobody move, the nigga gon' get it
Don't ride with me 'less you with me
Take off your badge and mate you with the semi
Treat your bitch ass like a sissy
Just started and I ain't gon' finish
Wanna take my Bentley, keep me in it
Don't get offended, I'm just ventin'
Won't tell if they come and get me
They caught me with a stolen
Pistol, did my time and took it to the head
Still ridin' with a stolen pistol,
Bitch this time I'm goin' to the feds
Crackers talkin' 'bout my dreams, sayin' rapping ain't a real job
Just bailed out for some marijuana
'Fore they hit me with a real charge
Caught me with a stolen pistol, did my time and took it to the head
Still ridin' with a stolen pistol,
Bitch this time I'm goin' to the feds
Crackers talkin' 'bout my dreams, sayin' rapping ain't a real job
Just bailed out for some marijuana
'Fore they hit me with a real charge

Fuck my PO, gotta come and catch me
Don't ride with me no more, they say I'm wicked
Got too much on my mind (man I been stressin')
Try me, somebody dyin' (give you a blessin')
Fuck my PO, you can tell him I said that
Can't leave the heat at home, 'cause shit get hectic
Got too much on my mind (got too much on my mind)
Try me, somebody dyin' (try me, somebody dyin')