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tweaking - philthy rich & peezy lyrics

[verse 1: philthy rich]
drop a duse in my fego
[?] selling [?]
hundred rounds on my draco
[?] get a [?]
bottom b*tch [?]
[?] rip the tags off
n*ggas hate when i smash off
robbing n*ggas with my mask off
me and peezy make it look easy
diamonds on [?]
tell that b*tch she need to come see me
broke n*gga, b*tch you need to leave me
designer [?] got the [?]
[?] when i ride past
[?] watching comcast
my finger tips when i count the cash
bad b*tch with [?]
i don’t want the b*tch, let my man hit her
hit the clip and [?]
broke n*ggas can’t stand there
ghetto boys on [?]
rolie on, i don’t rock a plane
in the kitchen tryna [?]
price of dope [?]
[chorus: philthy rich]
syrup got me tweeking
think i’m hearing demons
bottom b*tch geekin
she telling me she leaving
syrup got me tweeking
thinking i’m hearing people
bottom b*tch geekin
i think the b*tch cheating
syrup got me sleeping
never catch me leaking
tip toe creeping
turn into the reper
syrup got me tweeking
i think i’m hearing people
bottom b*tch geekin
i think the b*tch cheating

[verse 2: peezy]
dead serious bout this money n*gga
[?] serious face
rolie bust with a serious face
ride something foreign with the dealer plates
knowing people [?]
ask how i’m doing, b*tch i’m doing great
just looking at you broke n*ggas’ face
i don’t want you round me, you just in the way
designer shirt cost me 900
designer jeans cost me another couple
sip the syrup, i be double cupping
i’m a young ghetto rich motherf*cker
real n*gga, not them other suckers
might f*ck the b*tch, but i’ll never cuff her
wear my chain in any state
i ain’t worried bout a n*gga taking nothing
got n*ggas with me that won’t play about me
i ain’t finna play about it either
you can tell i’m getting money by the sneakers
count a lot of money, sell a lot of reefer
hood n*gga selling out areenas
carey heavy bands walking out of nemons
make a n*gga turn into the reper
[?] put it on [?]
[chorus: philthy rich]
syrup got me tweeking
think i’m hearing demons
bottom b*tch geekin
she telling me she leaving
syrup got me tweeking
thinking i’m hearing people
bottom b*tch geekin
i think the b*tch cheating
syrup got me sleeping
never catch me leaking
tip toe creeping
turn into the reper
syrup got me tweeking
i think i’m hearing people
bottom b*tch geekin
i think the b*tch cheating

[verse 3: team eastside snoop]
h*llcat with the red seats
peanut b*tter in the red jeep
[?]
[?] he a deadbeat
hundred bands on the counter top
70 k on the diamond watch
hundred rounds, tryna find an opp
on ocean drive, b*tch eating lobster
syrup got me tweeking
my ex b*tch creeping
my b*tch find out, she leaving
i can’t wait to get that demon
[?] got me eating
[?] for the even
[?] season
my n*ggas round here squeezing
i think i’m hearing voices
panamerra porshes
young n*gga can’t aford it
[?] jordan
copped the whole thing, i [?]
[?]
i’m on the road, i ain’t touring
n*gga, come and place your order
[chorus: philthy rich]
syrup got me tweeking
think i’m hearing demons
bottom b*tch geekin
she telling me she leaving
syrup got me tweeking
thinking i’m hearing people
bottom b*tch geekin
i think the b*tch cheating
syrup got me sleeping
never catch me leaking
tip toe creeping
turn into the reper
syrup got me tweeking
i think i’m hearing people
bottom b*tch geekin
i think the b*tch cheating

- philthy rich peezy lyrics

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