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cfwu - peezy lyrics

[verse 1 * peezy]
two long sleeves in the parking lot
or in the coupe with no [?] top
when i get to it i don’t talk a lot
million dollar street n*ggas made it off the block
graduated to a hoe and made it off the rocks
four and a half os in the coffee pot
was the first n*ggas with it when the charges dropped
celebratin’ drinkin’ crisp ‘cuz the charges dropped
heard them n*ggas talkin’ sh*t we gon’ call ’em out
got the whole saks fifth on my closet now
baddest b*tch in the strip i done dogged ’em out
brought a 10 in this b*tch i let all this fly

[hook]
n*ggas might as well quit ain’t no keepin’ up
made a mess in the kitchen had to clean it up
brung a foreign to the wash told ’em beam it up
you ain’t come off our block you can’t eat with us
50 racks on my wrist you can’t f*ck with us
30 racks on my neck you can’t f*ck with us
make a mess in this b*tch you can’t f*ck with us
blew a check in this b*tch you can’t f*ck with us

[verse 2 * rio da yung og]
ghetto boys we untouchable
i bet a n*gga ain’t got hit my b*tch she unf*ckable
real ghetto sh*t turn down some [?] down for lunchables
takin’ pictures with my family fresh as f*ck like the huxtables
half a million worth of jewelry they can’t f*ck with us
me and p in that drop we bought a buck with us
[?] she go to lunch with us
two zips of white runtz they smell like we got a skunk with us
n*ggas sick they gotta hang the towel up
f*ck a deuce b*tch we pourin’ whole baby bottles up
oh you dropped an x6 that’s my baby mama shirkin’
two months [?] i f*ck like eighty*thou up, sh*t
[hook]
n*ggas might as well quit ain’t no keepin’ up
made a mess in the kitchen had to clean it up
brung a foreign to the wash told ’em beam it up
you ain’t come off our block you can’t eat with us
50 racks on my wrist you can’t f*ck with us
30 racks on my neck you can’t f*ck with us
make a mess in this b*tch you can’t f*ck with us
blew a check in this b*tch you can’t f*ck with us

[verse 3 * rmc mike]
20k on my wrist they can’t f*ck with us
the white girl she suck me d*ck feel like a suction cup
you can’t get this gucci shirt it’s a 1 on 1
in your b*tch high off percs havin’ 1 on 1s
n*gga f*ck a back end i need it up front
i just dropped another opp now we up one
freaky fat n*gga always tryna f*ck somethin’
what i spent on codeine bought a hundred plus
shoutout p, put some real n*ggas in the game
ridin’ foreign, countin’ 30 when i’m switchin’ lanes
n*ggas don’t know how to keep it real we in a different game
ever since i locked in at the booth i seen a vivid chain

- peezy lyrics

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