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gomd - veeze lyrics

[intro]
gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang

[verse 1]
if i had dollar for everytime these n*ggas hate, i’d be rich like jay & ye
i got rich with babyface, we came up just making plays (yeah)
man, i feel just like beyoncé, n*ggas love saying my name
i can’t back down from no n*gga, i bring more smoke then taylor gang (shh)
i’m the g.o.a.t. dunkin’ from the freethow, fadeaway (hit that b*tch)
whippin’ dough, make a b*tch shine, you can’t say it ain’t (get that b*tch)
i know if i wasn’t that great they wouldn’t even be throwin’ shade (shh)
say that sh*t come with the game, n*gga, i ain’t never been no game
i don’t even wanna conversate, n*ggas liе right to my face (yeah)
i probably be undеr the jail, they knew how much crime i did today (d*mn)
crybaby, veeze use the hunnids. wipe it away (wipe it away)
i don’t got change for twenty n*gga, twenty ain’t nun’ but change (you heard what i’m sayin’)
i’m tired of givin’ n*ggas game, i’m shoppin’, coppin’ matty boy, i got this down in mia (huh?)
this lil’ b*tch’ll get a house, but i met her in l.a. (in l.a.)
i got bloods in bomptom, crips on slauson gon’ make sure i’m safe (yeah)
thottie breaking, glory gang, slimey, i should be ashamed (gang)
he done dropped a hunnid tapes, made no noise like pootie tang (what?)
think my heart so icy, i’m like shiesty, im like gucci mane
i’m down to a four a day, dirty water, louie ray
these stupid ass n*ggas must be freebasing
young n*gga, i was middle school hoes keir age
fast forward a n*gga death gate, make him meet his maker
broke*beefin’ n*gga, make his momma throw a fundraiser
7 mile popstar, b*tch, i’m justin timberlake (wow)
f*ck n*gga throwin’ salt but ain’t never k!lled a player (oh my god)
daydreamin’ bout the wockhardt in the frigerator (huh?)
dawg livin’ with a broke heart, heard i hit his main one (heard i hit, his main one)
{chorus}
get off my d*ck, lil’ b*tch
lil’ b*tch, get off my d*ck (get off my d*ck)
you ain’t met a n*gga rich like this
you ain’t met a n*gga rich like this (rich like this, ho’)

[verse 2]
he buyin’ designer on sale, that be that country sh*t (what’s it to him?)
she callin’, wanna cheat on her man, that be that h*rny sh*t
tell me you proud of me baby again, i need to hear it again (i need to hear it again)
i got the gang tatted on my skin, this sh*t thicker than thin (yeah)
i dont trust broke n*ggas, it is what it is
she bein’ faithful to the kid but i never commit (come on)

{chorus}
get off my d*ck, lil’ b*tch
lil’ b*tch, get off my d*ck (let’s go)
get off my d*ck, lil’ b*tch
lil’ b*tch, get off my d*ck (let’s go)
i might be og sick
i might be og sick (i might be og sick)
i flip the band then i got rich like sh*t (gang)
get off my d*ck, lil’ n*gga
lil’ n*gga, get off my d*ck

[outro]
hatin’ ass n*gga (aye, man these hatin’ ass n*ggas hate when a n*gga rich like this)
all these n*ggas know what the f*ck goin’ on, man
i don’t got sh*t to talk about (i’m like justin timberlake compared to y’all lil’ ass n*ggas, man, you know what i’m sayin’?)

- veeze lyrics

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