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the warm up - peezy lyrics

[intro]
ghetto
(kilo)

[chorus]
shootin’ jump shots before i ball, gotta warm up (yup)
1942 shots got her throwin’ up (yeah)
rich n*ggas, bad b*tches all around got it goin’ up (goin’)
six foreigns outside, back*to*back when we stroll up (uh*huh)
your b*tch know i’m goin’ up (they know)
the block know i’m goin’ up (they know)
my boys know i’m goin’ up (they know)
my ice, i’ma throw it up (yeah)
rich n*ggas, bad b*tches all around got it goin’ up (got)
six foreigns outside, back*to*back when we stroll up (vroom)

[verse 1]
six foreigns outside, it’s just me and my compadres (yeah)
a crew of bad b*tches with us, bad as beyoncé (ah*ha)
i got hitters around me and they gon’ do whatever i say (facts)
still can call the plug and get whatever off of my face (let’s go)
we in herе here shootin’ jump shots (yeah)
bе quite before the storm, we finna dumb out (we finna dumb out)
it’s motion pictures every time we come out (yup)
the money similar to water (why?), ’cause it don’t run out (it can’t)
the ice look like voss
who f*ckin’ with me? n*gga, thumbs down (what?)
skrrt off in that trx, lookin’ like a monster truck (wha)
we look like the new bmf (yeah) and ain’t n0body sponsor us (nope)
got every different presi’, boy, barack, biden, and trump (yeah)
if you really ballin’ (huh, hey), throw some motherf*ckin’ bands up (go, n*gga)
[chorus]
shootin’ jump shots before i ball, gotta warm up (yeah)
1942 shots got her throwin’ up (ha*ha)
rich n*ggas, bad b*tches all around got it goin’ up (goin’ up)
six foreigns outside (yeah), back*to*back when we stroll up (yeah)
your b*tch know i’m goin’ up (boy)
the block know i’m goin’ up (yeah)
my boys know i’m goin’ up (n*gga)
my ice, i’ma throw it up (ghetto)
rich n*ggas, bad b*tches all around got it goin’ up
six foreigns outside (yeah), back*to*back when we stroll up (it’s goin’ up, b*tch)

[verse 2]
just got a p of gumbo, finna sit here and roll up (yeah)
just scored a p of wock’, i’m finna pour me a cold cup
i gotta meet my quote, i’ma grind for the whole month (thirty eights)
and if you thought we would ever fall off, you don’t know us (uh*uh)
ain’t nothin’ you could say about me, i’m doin’ my sh*t (i’m doin’ my sh*t)
got some n*ggas that don’t play ’bout me, don’t be in my mix
you better come and get your ho, doggy, ’cause she on my d*ck (for real)
you know this sh*t just like the streets, if she don’t move, she get hit (get hit)
left out the bank, a hundred racks, look like i hit me a l!ck (a hundred racks, yeah)
ain’t gotta question me, i’m stompped down, i come from the 6 (6 mile)
don’t get it f*cked up ’cause i’m humble, i ain’t nothin’ like them (i ain’t nothin’ like them)
i own all this d*mn sh*t (yeah), i don’t pay no f*ckin’ rent (let’s get it)
that’s why
[chorus]
shootin’ jump shots before i ball, gotta warm up (boy)
1942 shots got her throwin’ up (she throwin’ up)
rich n*ggas, bad b*tches all around got it goin’ up (goin’ up)
six foreigns outside (yeah, yeah), back*to*back when we stroll up (boy)
your b*tch know i’m goin’ up (b*tch)
the block know i’m goin’ up (let’s go)
my boys know i’m goin’ up (bo)
my ice, i’ma throw it up (go)
rich n*ggas, bad b*tches (ayy, yeah) all around got it goin’ up (goin’ up)
six foreigns outside (ha), back*to*back when we stroll up (let’s go, n*gga)

[outro]
free rio, n*gga

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