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no hand outs - peezy lyrics

[chorus: swainoh]
ayy, the pack touched down, patek all bustdown
money turned me to an addict, i been had it for a while
hey, ain’t n-body hold me down
had to cut my mans off, couldn’t help my mans out
ayy, the pack touched down, patek all bustdown
money turned me to an addict, i been had it for a while
hey, ain’t n-body hold me down
i’ll cut my hand off ‘fore i put my hand out

[verse 1: peezy]
cut my main mans off, wasn’t seein’ eye to eye
now he salty ’cause he gotta watch me from the side (that n-gg- salty)
i’m the type to go out and get it and split the pie (for real)
you only care ’bout yourself, that’s why we distant now (that’s why it’s distant)
been doin’ this sh-t, been at it for a while (been doin’ at)
don’t need a n-gg- for sh-t, know how to hold it down (i got it)
i’m out here chasin’ a bag, you out here chasin’ clout (you chasin’ clout)
you n-gg-s worser than b-tches, so stay the f-ck from ’round (d-ck suckin’)
heard that pack touched down, so now it’s time to eat (let’s eat)
got my mind on a million, sh-t i can’t even sleep (can’t sleep)
money drive me insane, i need to see a shrink (going crazy)
smiling ear to ear, he see my teeth, b-tch, we winning, yeah

[verse 2: peezy]
i might just chill on the lean and stack a ton of paper (i quit the lean)
i might just buy me a lam’ and sh-t on all the haters (lambo’)
might just order some singles and throw ’em on the waitress (f-ck it)
ain’t got no choice but to ball, i fought a ton of cases (swear to god)
it’s 2019, ain’t got no money saving (where your saving?)
first step is getting off your -ss, you chilling like you made it (you chilling)
i don’t complain about sh-t, leave the crying for the babies (yeah)
don’t care about your opinion if you ain’t ben franklin (ben franklin)
we went from riding with guns to standing on them corners (for real)
to young entrepreneurs, n-gg-, we business owners (we own sh-t)
lil’ mama’s head was so good, she put me in a coma (yup)
smellin’ like a million in cash, n-gg-, check the aroma, b-tch

- peezy lyrics

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