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meet up - braezonday lyrics

[intro: keezah]
([?])
(me and my boy braezon we trapping all day)
d*mn, uh d*mn

[chorus: keezah]
you want a bag we can meet up
run off on the plug, f*ck is a re*up
ten band jugg i hit that with my feet up
pouring up tris’ we ain’t pouring no green up
n*ggas go broke because n*ggas can’t keep up
i see 12 in my rear view speed up
i’m in the trap house cooking up, pyrex heat it up
then i go back to the block and i beat it up
i’m in the fast*ass whip and it’s 200 the dash
i can show you how to get that cash real fast
all you need is a scale and some motherf*cking bags
n*ggas get some money and they think it’s gon’ last
i be chasing money i ain’t chasing no ass
i was shooting dice and then i f*cked up my stash
it was shots fired n*ggas don’t get a pass
and my younging toting he ain’t going to class
[verse 1: keezah]
i was fifteen outside chasing a bag
and i’m toting that stick i ain’t going out sad
i ain’t shooting pedestrians get up on my man
take me a drive n*gga wanted a bag
and these rapping n*ggas they be going out bad
i’ma take out a opp like i take out the trash
i don’t f*ck with n*ggas they keep stealing the swag
i don’t trust the cluckas they be stealing the pack

[verse 2: kayvo]
i ain’t playing with n*ggas tryna catch up with my vic’
trap house cooking up coke with a white b*tch
made her walk in the pharmacy, taking a pint script
it’s a plain jane glock and this b*tch is a [?]
b*tch i wake up early i be getting it in
get a p break it down let it go with the wind
i been getting paper it’s just me and a b*tch
it’s a hundred or better meet me at the fence
took a mile, gave him an inch
n*gga want a brick, took out a pinch
selling ounces where the f*ck is my b*tch
i need a sip, where the f*ck is the tris’
gave my uncle a rock make him run up the mountain
i remember the days couldn’t run up a thousand
it was 5500 just cleared the account
i bust some banks for a bigger amount
[chorus: keezah]
you want a bag we can meet up
run off on the plug, f*ck is a re*up
ten band jugg i hit that with my feet up
pouring up tris’ we ain’t pouring no green up
n*ggas go broke because n*ggas can’t keep up
i see 12 in my rear view speed up
i’m in the trap house cooking up, pyrex heat it up
then i go back to the block and i beat it up
i’m in the fast*ass whip and it’s 200 the dash
i can show you how to get that cash real fast
all you need is a scale and some motherf*cking bags
n*ggas get some money and they think it’s gon’ last
i be chasing money i ain’t chasing no ass
i was shooting dice and then i f*cked up my stash
it was shots fired n*ggas don’t get a pass
and my younging toting he ain’t going to class

- braezonday lyrics

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