Perico

[Intro]
This song
Don't forget the
Killa

[Verse 1]
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I hop out that hooptie just to bang heavy metal
That ain't no foot on the floor, my eyes are Christian Dior
Like I'm the baddest bitch in here, why you pressin' me for?
Hold up, I pray the universe will help me get my cash up (Yeah)
That's on me, though, need to go and get my ass up
Go to work, my bloodline Mexican (Woo)
She send that text again, askin' for the sex again, well, darling, can we just pretend?
It never happened, I was never in your mansion
Booted off the Perico, it kept the boy from crashin' on those nights I really needed rest (Rest)
Now what's the issue, are you happy, are you sad, are you angry, do you feel depressed?
You can never love me, big D or leave the country
You were only here for champagne and the fact I'm bubblin', troublin', see my net worth doublin'
And there's a chance it triples or it trickles like the drip at 3 AM when we got coca sniffles

[Chorus]
I'd rather be with you or be alone or Bootsy Collins
Ignore the fact that you exist, I hear the money callin'
If you miss me so much, why you with somebody else?
No reply, it's how it happens, then we say, "Goodbye"

[Verse 2]
This that celibate summer (Yeah)
Nobody gets fucked (Woah)
Except for my bank accounts (Yeah)
Look but don't touch (Hey)
This that celibate summer (Yeah)
Nobody gets fucked (Woah)
Except for some commas (Yeah)
Look but don't touch (Hey)
Hold up
Aloe Vera heavy
Shootin' anesthetics
As if I wanna die, bitch, I been ready
Where's that magic, girl, you practice breweria?
Well check your fuckin' fortune teller, bitch, I'm lookin', I don't see ya
Are you off that yayo? You blew the payroll
It doesn't matter if it's cash under the table
Now we drippin' like a chemist in that V60 plus
This that celibate summer, I guess nobody gets fucked