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vip - peezy lyrics

vip lyrics
[intro]
the realest
ghetto gospel, n*gga
know what the f*ck goin’ on, n*gga
it’s summertime, n*gga
pull that motherf*ckin’ card and that ice out, n*gga
bring them stacks out, n*gga
let’s get it, yeah

[verse 1]
labels call my phone, and they ain’t talkin’ ’bout sh*t
hung up on they ass, told ’em call back when they get some cents
f*ck i look like? signin’ a deal to get some crumbs (that’s nothin’)
when i could make that sh*t right here sittin’ in the slums
i’m a boss, and you a bum, i sh*t on n*ggas for fun (fun)
beat yo’ ass one on one, tell cudi, “hold my gun” (hold this gun)
n*gga, play with us and you done
knock ’em down here, go with doug (go with doug)
soon as i got the news, i celebrated at the club (yeah)
the realest
i’m in the vip where n*ggas can’t get close to me
knew she wanted me to f*ck before she even spoke to me
he keep pullin’ all this money, boy, that ain’t no loaf to me
i’ll spend that sh*t in here, make it back before we leave
i’m a big dog, petty*ass n*gga, don’t get me p*ssed off
time to start ballin’ on n*ggas, here go the tip off (let’s go)
she gon’ suck the soul out of a n*gga, then wipe my d*ck off (ayy, ayy)
and i’ma leave a stack on the dresser before i dip off (ayy), yeah
[chorus]
in the vip where n*ggas can’t touch me (n*ggas can’t touch me)
’41 rollie, chain on [?] (on [?])
all these n*ggas hate me, but the hoes love me (love me)
time to start ballin’, think i’m gettin’ rusty
in the vip where n*ggas can’t touch me (i’m in the vip)
i’m in the vip where n*ggas can’t touch me (you know where i’m at, n*gga)
all these n*ggas hate me, but the hoes love me (f*ck y’all n*ggas)
time to start ballin’, think i’m gettin’ rusty (yeah, yeah)

[verse 2]
i’m in the fast cars, big money and bad b*tches (bad b*tches)
you on the d*ck, pullin’ these n*ggas and ass*kissin’ (clown)
she know i’m bossed up, i ain’t sh*t like her last n*gga (nah)
[?] give me five minutes (i’m on my way)
pull up in the phantom with the suicide doors (yeah)
got these n*ggas, ready commit suicide, though
(ayy, what you doin’ by yourself?)
we come for business, but we ain’t got no suit and ties on (yeah)
jeans amiri, red bottoms brand*new with rhinestones
from the city, where n*ggas love to get they shine on
you from the city, where n*ggas love to talk to 5*o
like uncle trick trick, it ain’t no motherf*ckin’ flies on (ayy)
i just sold five bowls (ayy, ayy), gotta sell for five mo’, n*gga (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

[chorus]
in the vip where n*ggas can’t touch me
(you know where i’m at, n*gga)
’41 rollie, chain on [?] (rollie)
all these n*ggas hate me, but the hoes love me (n*gga hatin’)
time to start ballin’, think i’m gettin’ rusty (yeah, yeah, let’s go)
in the vip where n*ggas can’t touch me (i’m in the vip)
i’m in the vip where n*ggas can’t touch me
(got brand*new bottoms on)
all these n*ggas hate me, but the hoes love me (yeah, yeah)
time to start ballin’, think i’m gettin’ rusty (yeah)
[outro]
the realest
huh
’41 rollie, chain on [?]
all these n*ggas hate me, but the hoes love me
time to start ballin’, think i’m gettin’ rusty
in the vip where n*ggas can’t touch me
i’m in the vip where n*ggas can’t touch me
all these n*ggas hate me, but the hoes love me
time to start ballin’, think i’m gettin’ rusty
hot, hot, hot
hot, hot
hot, hot
whew, whew

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