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close friends - veeze lyrics

[intro]
i won’t throw rice at your wedding if i found out you ho marrying (come on p)
huh?

[chorus]
i’m dressin’ like i’m scammin’, i’m livin’ like the dope man
how the f*ck is you mad at me for somethin’ your ho did?
she dippin’ in that one bag, sniffin’ ’til her nose red
the green all in my circle, this sh*t ain’t no close friends (get it?)

[verse]
i’m gettin’ money and you not, n*gga, i’m gon’ rub it in like lotion (you)
my pit sittin’ on you now, so that’s your ass, mr. postman
n*gga ain’t got no dog sh*t, n*gga, you ain’t got no motion
soon as i feel that perc’ itch, that’s when i’m get to goin’ (i’m goin’ in)
ice sayin’ my name (huh?), you don’t got no name
more money, more pain, sippin’ more drank
what the f*ck you smokin’? (what’s that?), this that propane
i just spent a whole thang on expensive clothing (what the f*ck, boy?)
young n*gga spеnding white hundreds like i’m ’08
drank hеad, gettin’ pints of lean from an old lady
catch a rack sittin’ on my ass, man, i’m so lazy
bro got a cape on his chain, but no ho saving (yeah, yeah)
i been gettin’ ’bout like ten for a show lately
fall out with my old lady, she mad ’cause she can’t locate me (she mad ’cause she can’t locate me)
give the chops to my young n*ggas, they ride around just soul taking
look inside my double cup, it’s all purple like soul plane (ugh)
drank make my back hurt, i’ma limp around like an old man (i’ma limp around like an old man)
pour the red in a creme soda, it bubble up like champagne
like pee stain, my weed stink, make j’s dance like soul train (yeah)
ballin’ hard like mj, man, i need me a loop earring
i ain’t bangin’ your mixtape, you don’t say sh*t that the rich say (naw)
lil’ veezy big bank, i don’t give a f*ck what no b*tch say (i don’t give a f*ck)
we choppin’ blocks like sensei, you don’t even know what the brick weigh
lord knows i’m a trap god, got more mud than where pigs stay
mix the dog ’til it listen to me like i pit train
this the lawyer money, we ain’t sweatin’ ’bout no murder case
i don’t need no intro, all these people already heard of me (you know that)
mix some bl**dy lean with yellow ‘tuss, man, it’s a murder scene (got red and yellow)
that’s against the rules, you break the law, we call it perjury (yeah)
i don’t like the way a n*gga look, we get to purgin’ him (bah, bah, bah)
take his pride from him, rob his ass, he ain’t retaliate (hah)
take his b*tch from him, her location sayin’ turks and caic’ (ooh)
just look at my clothes, i’m too fly, b*tch, i’m vertebrae (alright)
i be ballin’ more than i be rappin’, i’m an athlete (how?)
diamonds on me movin’, look like usher when he roller skate (yeah)
still ain’t seen my kids, me and her throat fightin’ custody (yeah)
i’m dressin’ like a scammer, livin’ like the dope man (stop)
i’m a million*dollar n*gga, switched up my whole program (i switched it up on ’em)
i drip so hard, i’m slippin’, i f*cked around, got my toe jammed (what the h*ll?)
won’t throw rice at your wedding if i found out you ho marrying (yeah)
[chorus]
i’m dressin’ like a scammer, i’m livin’ like the dope man (you know that)
how the f*ck is you mad at me for somethin’ that your ho did? (how the f*ck you mad at me, n*gga?)
she dippin’ in that one bag ’til her nose red (come on p)
it’s green all in my circle (you dig?)

[outro]
they know what that mean, n*gga, we rich as h*ll

- veeze lyrics

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