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fed up - bandgang paid will & peezy lyrics

[intro]
(marc boomin)

[verse 1: peezy]
ho, i’m straight, ain’t nothin’ else to talk about no more
i done gave you several chances, but now it’s time to go
i been on and off the road, busy takin’ care of home
and only thing your ass keep talkin’ ’bout is other hoes
is you crazy? a b*tch’d love to be in your shoes (real)
bought you ysl bags, had you walkin’ in loubs
took your ass off the bus and had you ridin’ in coupes (foreign)
told you you could quit dancin’ and go back to school
b*tch, you lucky, ’cause all your homegirls wanna f*ck me (they do)
they jealous, and they know your n*gga gettin’ money (they know)
be real, i told you that them b*tches wasn’t for you
they smile in your face, behind your back, they tryna hold you
they like, “girl, this b*tch dumb, her n*gga doin’ this and that”
f*ckin’ everybody in the city while she sittin’ back
them the same hoes in my dm tryna get it
don’t listen to ’em, baby, they just hate the way you livin’, you hear me?

[verse 2: bandgang paid will]
first things first, we ain’t trippin’ on a ho
i’m the n*gga with the plan, b*tch, you know how it go
give a b*tch some dope d*ck and now she fiendin’ for some more
yeah, you gotta love a b*tch, you really gettin’ to the dough
road runnin’, she don’t trip, she know what’s up with me
last n*gga older, but she know we can’t f*ck with me
i don’t work hard, make a b*tch choose up to me
give you this game, b*tch, you know you stuck with me
it ain’t sh*t to lace you in all designer sh*t
quick to turn a b*tch up, show her the finer sh*t
skin boring in the city, ’bout to take a trip
big crib with the pool, go on, take a dip
she got her own bag too, quick to break a slip
she gon’ go and get a bag and she with the sh*t
she don’t never question nothin’, hand it over quick
you know you gotta love a real go*getter b*tch (ayy)

- bandgang paid will peezy lyrics

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