Corrección Letra Pistol Packin’ par Freddie Gibbs

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Letra

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Pistol grippin, foreign whippin
Pistol grippin, foreign whippin
Pistol grippin, foreign whippin
Bentleys, bimmers, benzes, I been --

What Juicy say? He be like . . . Shut the f**k up!

Smoked out, loced out, riding with my pistol grip
Thinkin should I get these hoes, thinkin should I cut they head

(Yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
I'm smoked out, doped out, choppin stick, thirty count, poked out (yeah)
Kill tech, get wet, pistol grip, bus dock, four down (yeah)
Dope boy, dope scales, sold a hundred midgets at a motel
Hotel, touchdown, doggystyle your b*t*h like Odell (like ooh, n***a!)
Ezekiel Elliot told 'em, "feed a n***a dope"
Yesterday n***a signed a seven figure check, it was the realest sh*t a n***a wrote
I seen my youngins on the 211 homie veggin, told him slit a n***a throat
I need a kidnapping for the note
Ho this the realest sh*t I never wrote
Ho you the realest b*t*h I ever f**ked on
Only hit a n***a on the f**k phone
On a private line when it's prime time
I don't got a crush or a love jones, but I love hoes
Memphis drippin, pistol grippin, foreign whippin
Bentleys, bimmers, benzes, I been trickin off on all my b*t*hes, yeah

Smoked out, loced out, riding with the pistol grip
Smoked out, loced out, riding with the pistol grip
Smoked out, loced out, riding with the pistol grip
Thinkin should I get these hoes, thinkin should I cut they head

Okay I'm smoked out, doped out, set a of swerve got my mouth soaped out (okay)
Hennessy in my blood I'm a drink it till things go south
I done seen it, John Peach on a b*t*h f**k it like road dog (goddamn)
f**ked a b*t*h from the back with a friend until they both choked out, like yeah
Gimme a second to suspect, gimme that chance, say suck my nut sack
Bust that, gimme that love not lust back, f**k that, f**k that, f**k that, f**k that
I don't always take my vitamins, you gotta slip it in just like a Vicodin
I sip a cup of f**king liquid nitrogen and got me popping up like who want [fight?] of them
Slit that throat, gotta sniff that coke, got a b*t*h that's broke, gotta take that home
Better count that twice, better suck that right, while she sniff that white, oh God
Stop asking if I'm serious, I done f**ked her on her period
I done smoked this Cali kush until it got me feeling so delirious

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