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chris bosh - peezy lyrics

chris bosh lyrics
[intro: peezy]
(woodondabeat)
go again
yeah
(da realest)

[verse 1: peezy]
talkin’ down on a real n*gga to your b*tch, now she missing (she gone)
now you call her phone all day ’cause you miss her (h*llo?)
i ain’t got time for that sh*t, i’m on a mission (let’s get it)
ain’t makе it in the industry, but made it out the trеnches (yeah)
we was in the spot with the doors off the hinges (facts)
now we in the hills, ain’t been home in a minute (nope)
sittin’ in my kitchen, runnin’ through a half ticket (yeah)
i ain’t never had a hit single, i’m consistent (uh)
caught the cases, took it on the chin (for real)
told your b*tch to give me face, she took it on her chin (ugh)
i just made another hundred, here we go again (yup)
put a fifty in the money counter and that b*tch jam (brrt)
[chorus: peezy & icewear vezzo]
we just tryna climb to the top (to the top)
while these n*ggas sit around gettin’ high (gettin’ high)
they gossip like b*tches, tell ’em stop (n*gga, stop)
clean a n*gga whole crib with the mop (bah, bah, bah)
n*gga whole wrist filled with rocks (ice)
foreigns on the strip with no top (no top, n*gga)
clean two*liter mixed with drop (what?)
ballin’ in this b*tch, chris bosh (yeah), yeah

[verse 2: icewear vezzo]
right and left pocket full of dogsh*t (yeah)
that ain’t yours, n*gga, that’s your dog sh*t (b*tch)
bad lil’ b*tch off fraud lit (real)
ice*white buffs full of slush like spoiled milk, ugh (get it?)
i be gettin’ higher than a martian (yeah)
reign, turned the money into carpet (i did)
n*ggas tellin’, so i move cautious (shh)
heard he said he got good dog, i can walk it, yeah (good dog, n*gga)
did my first bid, caught another case (what?)
had some bad days ’til i prayed for a better day
laid the foundation at the crib, i’m forever straight (eatin’ good, n*gga)
whether 600, 560, i ain’t never late, n*gga (skrrt)

[chorus: peezy]
we just tryna climb to the top (to the top)
while these n*ggas sit around gettin’ high (gettin’ high)
they gossip like b*tches, tell ’em stop (n*gga, stop)
clean a n*gga whole crib with the mop (bah, bah, bah)
n*gga whole wrist filled with rocks (ice)
foreigns on the strip with no top (no top, n*gga)
clean two*liter mixed with drop (yeah)
ballin’ in this b*tch, chris bosh (chris bosh), yeah
[verse 3: baby money]
gucci windbreaker on, i’m a coldhearted n*gga (yeah)
bust they eyes with the load ’cause them boys barely get it
i’m a ‘bow bagger
even got some hoes out here trickin’, i’m a four banger
twenty racks in dubs, b*tch, i’m crippin’, half a million straight
in another month, i need a ticket
five ‘cats, four benzes, man, this sh*t gettin’ ridiculous
servin’ sh*t that look like flour, but this sh*t gettin’ me chicken
when the police get involved, i watched k!llers to witness (they rat)
n*ggas gossip like b*tches, that’s the sh*t that we ain’t into (nah)
you know i’ma hop out bustin’ ’til you fall ’cause i hit ’em (’til he gone)
you know i ain’t never crushin’ on no ho, i’m a b*tch hitter (not at all)
never hear me talkin’ ’bout no price, i’m a rich n*gga (easy money)

[chorus: peezy]
we just tryna climb to the top
while these n*ggas sit around gettin’ high
they gossip like b*tches, tell ’em stop
clean a n*gga whole crib with the mop
n*gga whole wrist filled with rocks
foreigns on the strip with no top
clean two*liter mixed with drop
ballin’ in this b*tch, chris bosh, yeah

- peezy lyrics

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