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amusing - veeze lyrics

[intro]
yeah (yeah)
(okay, k money)
yeah (you know what the f*ck goin’ on)

[verse]
n*ggas couldn’t catch me while i’m sittin’ still
shorty baby wet mouth with me, this b*tch need a bib
need an r&b deal, singin’ to get out the sale
if i had a heart surgery, the doctor’d freeze to death (swear to god)
i’m still gettin’ money, you know me, man, all is well (all is well)
did a one*on*one with your ho, i’m lil’ arnez (arnez)
y’all n*ggas drinkin’ paul pierce, i’m on all red (yeah)
thousand dollar for the denim tears, rhinestones in ’em
i ain’t actin’ like her boyfriend, i ain’t roleplaying (nah)
baptize me in the bath with wock’, i can’t soul cleanse
no fork, no knife, scr*pe the pot out with a coathanger (skrrt)
veeze ain’t nothin’ special, just a nice dressing ho taker
play with me, know better
like vic, known setter (known setter)
sorry for my influence, i’m they favorite trendsetter
brodie down to k!ll a kid, he’ll shoot up a pep rally (he’ll shoot up pep rally)
these n*ggas some f*ckin’ f*gs, they should be on p*valley (they should be on p*valley)
this spot ain’t for chillin’, boy, this the dope house
my dog named his daughter dylan from dealin’ coke out (yeah)
f*ck all that dog breeding, boy, we got h block
chane’ bag for my main b*tch, four pounds of ‘za (frrt, beep)
racks got me geeked, i can’t even sleep, above high (i can’t sleep)
took a jet plane to an island, f*ck a boat ride
been done k!lled a n*gga for his lane, boy, this my time (baow)
took a tablespoon of wockhardt, i need to slow down
these pills make your heart pound, make your eyes pop (whew, whew)
perc’ pill make my arms itch, make me fight nod
came up lil’ dirty young dealer, servin’ grandmas (serving grannies)
he down to his knuckles, need a bug, that’s that crumb opp (that’s that crumb opp)
i don’t know how y’all listen to n*ggas who on crime stoppers (them n*ggas snitching, huh?)
i don’t f*ck with police, my first job was doin’ swat watch (my first job was doin’ swat watch)
i’ma raise the murder rate, then tweet, “i pray the violence stop” (yeah)
i make sure that blue stay up to the ceiling, guess i’m bob marley (you hear me?)
i’m the chlorine, baby, these n*ggas watered down (yeah)
i don’t want no thotties near me, only barbie dolls (nah)
seen a b*tch speak, i ain’t speak, holier than thou (know that)
sh*t gettin’ sweet, labels at my feet, large amount (shh)
doin’ deals neat, this the corner suite trap spot (yeah)
i done grew a lot, servin’ n*ggas i could slime out
do the drill on feet, take that boy id, face shot
all my n*ggas stand over sh*t, we don’t do drive*bys (n*gga)
he don’t want his b*tch out the house, he got a child lock (he got a child lock)
he a throwback pic baller, ain’t been fresh since prime now (ain’t been sh*t since prime now)
n*gga, you ain’t sh*t but square protection, you an otterbox
find me a sp*ce helmet, i’m so fly, b*tch, i’m an astronaut
send a bad b*tch somewhere overseas to get her ass soft
take her to hermès from double g to do a bag swap
n*ggas got no motion, tryna diss to get they fans up
all the shade they throwin’, it ain’t workin’, i got tan lines, n*gga
[outro]
dig what i’m sayin’?
y’all n*ggas better know what the f*ck goin’ on, man
ganger mafia, n*gga, ain’t no more of that fake sh*t
none of that cap sh*t, man
now i’m back, before i was waitin’, brother, that’s just what it is, man
yeah

- veeze lyrics

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