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Gino Klebba
Gino Klebba
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Got a lot of Perkys in my pocket, damn, bro Pop that homie if he talkin' shit like Xans, bro Used to be too broke for weed, now I got bands bro Go to rehab and stop takin' lean, I can't, bro Choppa got him dancin' like he in a dance show YSL and V-Lone on my fuckin' pants, bro Where yo bitch, she with me dancin' like it's tango All my opps too fruity like a fuckin' mango How the hell he get kidnapped like where that man go? That girl a eater, she ate me up like it's Nando's I tried to wet him with the blade, but that man ran though Every song I make some fire like it's candles She want me to pay attention, but I only want some lean He just wanna talk, but he don't know I got the beam White brick, that's a kilo, that's some shit you never seen Gotta flip it by tomorrow, split it with my team Balenci sweater, pull up any weather She was too toxic, damn, that bitch, I had to dead her Perk put me in a different realm like nether If you wanna try the product, gotta tester Tester, tester, in the lab like Dexter If she really got the wap, I gotta test her Why you think you tough? You goofy like a jester Gave my homie 100 grams, that's a nice gesture Ayy, Big Percules, keep some perks on me Damn, bro, how I did that Got a lot of Perkys in my pocket, damn, bro Pop that homie if he talkin' shit like Xans, bro Used to be too broke for weed, now I got bands bro Go to rehab and stop takin' lean, I can't, bro Choppa got him dancin' like he in a dance show YSL and V-Lone on my fuckin' pants, bro Where yo bitch, she with me dancin' like it's tango All my opps too fruity like a fuckin' mango Big Percules, and I keep some perks on me Flip em by the pack, I made that money, certainly If she wanna throw that pussy, need it urgently If we really got some beef, then come and murder me New pack in the mail, I wanna be the first to see Feel like I'm in GTA, bitch, that's the nerd in me Before I wet him up, I told him outta courtesy Possession with intent to sell, and then some burglary Perky got me spinnin' like I am a Beyblade, huh Feds behind me, do the race, feel like I'm Tay-K, huh Traffic stop, got nothin' on me, do the nae-nae, huh If we catch him, he gon' need more than a band-aid, huh In court, plead the fifth, cuz bitch, I got nothin' to say, huh What you pay for rent, bitch, I made that shit right today, huh Don't get caught up with the federals, just try to evade, huh Ain't nobody stoppin' me, I'm gonna get my way, huh
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