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beech daly - peezy lyrics

peezy beech daly lyrics

verse 1*
count 300 on the gram b*tches in my dm
got so many cars think i work at gm
b*tch you know i’m getting money from am to pm
deaf b*tch told a blind b*tch you gotta see him
if a n*gga hating on me i prolly hit his bm
“b*tch” i’m forever up i ain’t gotta reup
i’m married to the game i made her sign a prenup
we already gone ain’t no need tryna keep up
*ppshhh* now that’s real sh*t got some real n*ggas riding with me got a real b*tch
thousand blues on me looking like i hit a pill l!ck
it’s blood on that money you know i f*ck with real crips
i ain’t cool with some n*ggas like i once was
i ain’t f*cking with them b*tches like i once was
n*ggas take 1 of ours then we want blood
double clip taped to the ar n*gga duck run
i’m richer than a b*tch nah i ain’t faking
ice on in the trenches they ain’t take it
he done found out i ran up a m he can’t take it
man i had plans to take my n*gga with me but he ain’t make it
double c’s on my b*tch bag with the h bracelet
and she went and got sn*tched she need a waist trainer
b*tch i ain’t finna play games go get a playstation
they n*gga really ain’t on sh*t they just play crazy
did so many f*cking turn arounds they need to free 80
you signed a $360 record deal i made $380
that’s 380 racks you better keep saving
grinding like i’m on a skateboard i’m tryna eat baby
doggy on his way with clean drank he on beech daly
b*tch i’m all gas and no brakes and i’m speed racing
white diamonds of the black tee how could i be racist
my attorney could have been a boxer how he beat cases
imma keep getting this sh*t long as they keep making it
imma keep buying new whips long as they keep making em
imma keep hitting yo b*tch she go keep tasting
everybody get the chance to ball n*gga be patient
you ever seen me and lou then you seen a m
my b*tch mama asked her daughter what you see in him
she say i see a real n*gga i know he a trick
but i go on 3 trips a month and i don’t pay for sh*t
and we vip at everything we don’t wait for sh*t
if you don’t take care of your family you can’t be rich
i know all the tricks to the trade i can’t be tricked
only real n*gga round me and fake don’t mix
love to see you doing good me and hate don’t mix
put that lil sh*t back in your pocket for we take your sh*t
bet not ever catch you outta pocket i’ll take yo b*tch
and take her round some sh*t she ain’t never seen
them n*ggas try to take my style they could never be
i’m louie v down to the socks my fit 11 g’s
i can show you how to make a m i got the recipe
you gotta have at least a quarter mil to stand next to me!

- peezy lyrics

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