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fat albert - veeze lyrics

[intro]
yo yo yo yo (load all the money), yo son, you don’t even know my style man [?]
word to mother

[verse]
he said he know a n*gga harder than ya boy, don’t lie to me
i’m pass what you tryna be, and i wasn’t even tryna be
i got n*ggas used to look up to me, they be tryna beef
i hope you don’t try boy, we strapped just like prada sneaks
everyday i wake up, n*ggas tryna get some clout from me
he swear he fighting demons, but ain’t never made a opp deceased
how the f*ck you drippin, d*mn near all that sh*t you rocking cheap
ion buy no bundles, cause my b*tch she bad ain’t got no weave
she beneficial, ride with me
spent yo check buying lean
you ignorant, you plot on me
i’ll give you wings like robin jeans
this b*tch, she really tripping, tryna f*ck me without topping me
we ballin like the pistons but we shooting for the roxy team
yea
til this day
you a little man, yea brodie told me what you said
i’m the bigger man, take chart, then i get it in
you a gimmick man, real talk, you just instagram
i can get the grams, white tan, they in the milligrams
i can send a man, all black, they’ll strip a man
we secure the bag, secret stash in the minivan
i throw on a mask, gimme that, boy don’t lift a hand
i just buss a juug, made 6 racks off a middle man
i could get you all of the boy, like i’m k!lla cam
get like 20 jags, clear the names, do that sh*t again
this fun, i should do this more often

[verse]
fake n*ggas shake hands, ain’t no friend in me
this the fifth time i poured dark and it ain’t hennessey
he work at gm, but rap about the bag, omg
i f*cked his bm, he telling n*ggas that we enemies
i got a dm, a n*gga said “do you remember me?”
my cousin asked me “did they find out who shot lil reese?”
how the f*ck i’m supposed to know?
on the caddy dueces on the front, the back got 23s
out in cali, got a plug to show you money grow on trees
in the a, my n*ggas driving foreigns down to sandy springs
why you staring? cause the new mclaren look like it got wings
i’m so high, it look like i’m mugging, b*tches say i’m mean
i just snuck the gun in the club, they ain’t pat on me (fah fah fah fah)
tragedy
how the f*ck is you a jackboy, you from battle creek?
you a peasant, i’m a king, i’m like omri casspi
since we put him on the shelf, he been looking ashy
let’s see, who can get a m the fastest
i make, his b*tch disappear like casper
he want, his baby back like fat b*st*rd
i won’t, let up boy, i’m adding pressure
i play, with the boy, like hugh hefner
i hey, hey hey fat albert
[outro]
gang gang gang man birthers only, wavy navy know what the f*ck going on man
free my n*gga peezy
you n*ggas wanna think like us
wanna take our, but it’s so hard (ooo)
you n*ggas wanna be like mike
you n*ggas wanna take our life
but it’s so hard

- veeze lyrics

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