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yrn - peezy lyrics

yrn lyrics
[intro]
(david wesson)

[verse 1: peezy]
raised by ogs, i was taught by the best
you was raised on ig, so you was taught by the ‘net
see you wearin’ fake sh*t, you wasn’t taught how to flex
get your whole face hit, a n*gga talk out his neck
run with k!llers and robbers, specialize in narcotics
we dealers, y’all scammers, we don’t make the same profit, we get it
switch the lane from sellin’ dope to buyin’ houses
if all else fails, you know it’s back to sellin’ powder
came from public housing to bathin’ in marble showers
ain’t got a nine*to*five, still get paid by the hour
stack it up like a tower, smokin’ on the best flower
love my n*ggas, i got ’em, wouldn’t trade ’em for a dollar
’cause n*ggas know that i ain’t scared to get my hands dirty
find out the hard way, you ever put your hands on me
keep runnin’ out of dope, it’s like the sh*t got legs on it
and anything i ever said, b*tch, i stand on it
we some stand*up n*ggas who they expected to crack
caught the case and stayed quiet, they respect me for that
when icewear got locked up, i put the team on my back
disrespect my n*gga name, i put some cheese on your hat, n*gga

[chorus: motown ty]
these n*ggas can’t stomach how i ball
i got hoes prayin’ that i lose it all
you know i trap all day so i can play all night
young rich n*gga livin’ life
rich n*gga (rich n*gga)
young rich n*gga (young rich n*gga)
rich n*gga (rich n*gga)
young rich n*gga (young rich n*gga)
[verse 2: overlord scooch]
n*ggas swear they gettin’ cheese, but they classless and bummy
if the feds wanted you, they wastin’ taxpayers’ money
i’m at saks blowin’ stacks, in az, not as sunny
i can’t find a pair of drawers in the d, you n*ggas funny
i sip clicquot at 2:20, eatin’ lobster rolls with london
i just bought my b*tch a presi’, she don’t need to pump her stomach (yeah)
i hit the yard with vicelords, n*gga, all is well
if i feel threatened, n*gga, we gon’ fill your car with sh*lls
n*ggas still rappin’ ’bout buffs and ain’t bought a pair (boy)
i’ll have my n*gga spin your block like a barber chair (yeah)
at the bottom, we started there, now we all in here
went broke and had to start again, the bag in, call your friends
new body range rover shaped like a yukon (yeah)
did it for the times i was sleepin’ on the futon (remember)
is he still rappin’? n*ggas wonder what is scooch on?
b*tch, i’m gettin’ money, i ain’t worried ’bout a new song
overlord

[chorus: motown ty]
these n*ggas can’t stomach how i ball
i got hoes prayin’ that i lose it all
you know i trap all day so i can play all night
young rich n*gga livin’ life
rich n*gga (rich n*gga)
young rich n*gga (young rich n*gga)
rich n*gga (rich n*gga)
young rich n*gga (young rich n*gga)
[verse 3: g.t.]
rock it plain, young dog, ’cause i was taught to invest it
i rode the ‘hound so much, i just wanted a necklace
talked to p the other day, he just chillin’, relaxin’
first day out, mansion and a ‘dweller implanted
we done pulled up in all that, big trucks, all vests
havin’ talks with wilson like, “n*gga, make it all wet”
lost a couple times, made that sh*t all back
before i fall off, lil’ n*gga, i’ma fall back
stay on your grind every day, you gotta crawl back
chillin’ in the slums, no gun, with like sixty racks
you ain’t no real drank sipper, you ain’t sippin’ act’
poured so much lean in this b*tch, it got the pop flat
these n*ggas can’t stomach how a n*gga ball
we could build a crib how these bricks gettin’ dropped off
if we got beef, we gettin’ you and your top dog
ridin’ with the top off, still gettin’ topped off

- peezy lyrics

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