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no hooks ii - peezy lyrics

peezy no hooks 2

no hooks 2 n*gga
back for revenge p*ssy
yeah
aye
i’m back for revenge
ima make them n*ggas pay for all the sh*t they did
ima make them b*tches pay if they ain’t let me hit
she on my d*ck cause i’m lit but i’m straight tho
couple n*ggas had a run but it came and went
you talk a lot of sh*t but you ain’t got no cake tho
how the f*ck you wanna ball and you ain’t take a risk
you out here saving b*tches like you got a cape on dummy
gucci head to toe got on the latest season
fresh as h*ll like i’m swiping i don’t play with pieces
stay your distance i don’t like you n*gga take it easy
n*ggas hunt you down with rifles if you play with peezy
neck chilly wrist chilly it’s a cold summer
too much ice at one time got my nose running
sunday night at roof top and we got poles on us
nike jogger air maxes i’m a dope runner
ain’t been on the road in years i ain’t seen a blue
still bustin rollie’s down still buying coupes
still paying hoes tuition when i go in truth
still buying b*tches bags with the matching shoes
i’m the truth n*gga you already know
brodie leave them boys alone they already hoes
bag dropped a day ago and it’s already gone
30 racks in all blues look like i’m selling phones
my n*gga snipe died it f*cked the cap up
you can’t be iced out without no strap f*cked
i can’t even trust my homies n*gga back up
fire ravaged ring charges still will tear that ass up
baby hustlers don’t stop we gotta keep going
we don’t look up at the board we just keep scoring
a n*gga said i was telling and got beat for it
matter a fact bring me his head i got cheese for it
na i’m bullsh*tting that n*gga straight for now
he can go back to the club that n*gga safe for now
but let me hear you mouth again b*tch we staking out
you ain’t even worth it let me get back on this paper route
b*tch i had a bag when y’all was stealing clothes
tell then b*tches send they address so i can send them home
pulling up to live with the ceiling gone
both pockets full got me walking like i’m pigeon toed
rest in piece soda
long live rock
it’s time to come together all the bullsh*t gotta stop
let run them millions up and get our peoples out the swamp
time to go buy up the block
no more sending dope spots
all my n*ggas got a bag hoe it’s hard to choose
david wessin on the beat it make it hard to loose
what’s poppin in kentucky i want all the blues
feds locking everybody up i know you saw the news
haha
aye
let the beat ride out dave
yeah
rip soda
uh

- peezy lyrics

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