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magic johnson - peezy lyrics

[verse]
you ain’t really living what you rapping
y’all n*ggas need to quit with all that capping
ghetto boys the army, i’m the captain
tryna get some money? well let’s get this sh*t cracking
heard your mans died, d*mn what happened
when i found out the news i couldn’t even stop laughing
sh*tting on these n*ggas, need a napkin
top down riding through my hood, b*tches say i’m ratchet
balling on these n*ggas like i’m magic
roll a three five in the wood and i don’t even pass it
i’ma f*ck yo b*tch and i’ma pass her
brody liked the b*tch, i told my n*gga he can have her
good dope beating through the plastic
all the sh*t i been through, boy you can’t even imagine
had to take a chance to be a champion
i don’t see no other way to ride coupes and live in mansions
we ain’t falling out about no money or no b*tches
what you copping with i send it to my n*ggas in the penitentiary
i could teach you something you should listen
gave gary thirty for the watch just so you could see it glisten
broke ass n*gga keep your distance
cause it ain’t sh*t for us to load up them straps and go on missions
put on all black and come and get you
potato on the .357, you won’t even hear it hit you
bait a b*tch with the money like i’m fishing
hit a bad b*tch from the back while i’m pulling out her inches
should see my bank account, the sh*t ridiculous
n*ggas think it’s rap, but i really got this sh*t up out the kitchen
just got another check, not to mention
just got another plug, not to mention
why you in the club if you ain’t tipping?
standing ’round looking, man i swear you n*ggas worse than the b*tches
all this d*mn designer got me dripping
catch us all out at one time, b*tch you looking at a ticket
car go too fast, can’t get a ticket
blue hundreds fresh up out the bank, man i swear these b*tches sticky
good drank in my two cups, yeah
sh*t got me moving slow like i’m chopped and screwed up
told yo b*tch choose up to move up, yeah
two rollies on, they say i’m doing too much
what they doing, i don’t give two f*cks, yeah
f*cking three hoes at one time, i’m boo’d up
sh*t we doing on the regular yo mood, huh?
and my goons hungry, n*gga don’t get chewed up
two thousand dollars for these f*cking shoes
come and get yo b*tch, she tryna f*ck the crew
i know you heard about us, b*tch you know the rules
they tryna keep up with us, but we on the move
if i make the call, my n*ggas coming through
if i make the call, yo sister coming through
slap her lips with my d*ck and she love it too
slap her ass, grab her hips, now she coming too
she can bring her friend, yeah they come in twos
auntie at the pharm, she coming with the blues
drop it in the water, turn a brick to two
b*tch we run the city, don’t get sh*t confused

- peezy lyrics

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