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g5 - peezy lyrics

g5 lyrics
[intro: team eastside lil p]
ghetto boyz
ayy, ayy (yeah)

[verse 1: team eastside lil p]
i got what you want, i got what you need, n*gga (woo)
get a check by my lonely, i don’t need n*ggas (i don’t need n*ggas)
hit your spot with that sack, b*tch, i feed n*ggas (here)
like harold at the light, i’ll leave n*ggas (bah, bah, bah, bah)
what’s done in the dark come to the light (to the light)
nothin’ in this world i love more than a dirty sprite (mmm)
b*tch, i’m a tiger in my hood, got a lot of stripes (woop, woop)
b*tch, i’m a savage for that chicken, starved too many nights (yup)
seen it all, done it all, i’m a f*ckin’ lord (a lord)
b*tch, i’ma rock ice, i’ma whip foreign (rrr)
i know why you love your b*tch, ’cause her p*ssy warm (mmm)
made her pop an rp, then we did a p*rn (woo)
need a bad college b*tch to serve out her dorm (out her dorm)
every day, i’m screwed up, b*tch, i stay poured (drank)
i don’t know why, but this k came with a sword (frrat)
it’s a dog*ass stash in that new accord (it is)

[verse 2: roley gang blue]
i was in the palm trees, y’all was in the snow (in the snow)
and two million in cars, your wcw my ho (n*gga, that’s my ho)
flew in with a dub ’cause we tryna f*ck the city up (all blues)
that sh*t we really rap about, we really live it, bruh (huh)
i’m in g5, i tell this one ho to come here (b*tch, come here)
like b*tch, you f*ck me good, i put two stones up in your ear (two carats)
make sure you hear me clear
no gucci frames, lil’ b*tch, i rock cartiers
roley gang blue but i still rock the audemars
[verse 3: peezy]
oops, i meant the audemars (i meant), valet auto*start the car (it did)
pull the dawn in front of liv, all my n*ggas do it big (we do it big)
bentley truck, bentley truck, ghost, ghost, wraith (yeah)
red ferrari, white lambo, we deal with pape’ (we deal with pape’)
aps and rollies, throw them b*tches in they face
two b*tches wanna f*ck the same time, i think they g*y (them b*tches g*y)
i’m talkin’ on two cellphones at once like kevin gates (h*llo?)
and courtesy of them why i be switchin’ different states (i’m gone)
we f*ckin’ up g5 (yup), dj sayin’ my name (yeah)
eight thousand for the booth at liv, this b*tch right next to wayne’s (real talk)
we came out here to ball, these n*ggas playin’ games (n*ggas playin’)
she starin’ at my chain, this b*tch gon’ let us run a train (huh?)
we hustle all year, 2019, that’s our year (it is)
buy ’em for the tim duncan and get the paul pierce (thirty*three)
i can see these p*ssy n*ggas hatin’ in my far rear (yup)
run up on us playin’, boy, your ass gon’ need some pallbearers (yeah)
drippin’ in givenchy
this sh*t i’m wearin’ cost a pretty penny (expensive)
i wear italian sh*t just like i’m skinny (yup)
i rock expensive jewelry, diamonds dancin’ like i’m diddy (b*tches dancin’)
b*tch, i ain’t in no h*llcat, today, i’m in the bentley (foreign)
ain’t hard to tell that we the freshest n*ggas in the city (yeah)
i pop a seal and sip it out the bottle like it’s rémy (drank)
we play with automatics, we ain’t f*ckin’ with no semis (naw)
this b*tch a racecar engine, i ain’t f*ckin’ with no hemis (skrrt)
won’t never catch me f*ckin’ with these n*ggas, i ain’t friendly (i ain’t friendly)
i know these n*ggas hatin’ for no reason and they envy (they p*ssy)
i gotta move discreet to keep the peoples out my business (yeah)
i’m eatin’ crab cakes at ocean prime, this ain’t benis, n*gga
[outro: peezy]
this sh*t ain’t no motherf*ckin’ benihanas, n*gga
you know how we do it, n*gga
every time we on the scene, we do it big, f*ckboy
let’s go
ayy, blue
they can’t f*ck with us, n*gga
they can’t f*ck with the sauce, lil p
ayy
let the beat ride out, dave

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