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freddy js - westside gunn & peezy lyrics

[intro: westside gunn, dj holiday & dj drama]
h*holiday season
yo, nineteen in the fn, one in the head
sleep good every night, all them n*ggas is dead
holiday season, b*tch
hahahaha, you know who it is, dj holiday
as i sip my pino grigio on you broke ass n*ggas
i was just wondering, did you miss me?

[verse 1: westside gunn & dj holiday]
yo, nineteen in the fn, one in the head (yeah)
sleep good every night, all them n*ggas is dead (good)
“can’t n0body f*ck with me,” n*gga, i said (ah)
h*llcat red and the maybach red (let’s go)
new rover red and the g*wagon red (skrrt)
few hit his dreads, hit his chest, hit his legs (brrt, brrt)
came to f*ck your b*tch on the jet, i’m a player (ah)
virgil gave me this, i ain’t even gon’ wear it (uh*uh)
switches make these dirty motherf*ckers get to sprayin’ (brrt, brrt)
n*ggas crawling under cars, seen a couple n*ggas prayin’
still got them sh*ts duck taped, i’m the man (i’m the man)
i could change your life for thirty grand (ah)
all these diamonds on me, they don’t even understand
i’m a eastside n*gga, freddy j with the pan (whip)
seen him on chippewa, sh*t hit the fan (brrt)
then i sped off in a lamb’ with big lan’ (skrrt)
same n*ggas hating, they was fans, they was fans (ah)
hit every house on his block, i ain’t playin’ (bop, bop, bop, bop, bop)
[interlude: dj holiday & dj drama]
i’m just sayin’, do you hear that?
h*holiday season
you know, it’s some real street sh*t goin’ on
westside gunn
ayo, peezy, get ’em

[verse 2: peezy]
ghetto boyz, we with that gangster sh*t (yeah)
pull up, spank a b*tch
might just slime you out, need a handkerchief (yeah)
they come when you least expect it, you gotta be thinkin’ quick
i’m out here chasin’ my dreams
i came a long way, i was chasing fiends (yeah, i got him right here)
you and me in a different league, my pants is k, these chrome heart jeans (f*ck boy)
might see me out shoppin’ in paris, i’m buying this sh*t, i might not even wear it (for real)
all this rick owen, don’t know what to wear (uh*huh)
i’m not wearing amiri, got too many pairs (yeah)
the room i’m at is a thousand a night
gotta call security to get upstairs
told my ho, “if you f*ck me tonight, i’ll take you shopping and pay for your hair”
if i ever send n*ggas to get you, they going up top, they ain’t grazing your lid
when the feds sn*tched me off the plane, i told ’em, “let’s do it, i’m sleepy as h*ll” (no lie)
know some n*ggas was sick that i’m winning, you know and it’s f*ck ’em, i tell ’em get well (n*gga)
my crib so motherf*ckin’ big, i make the wrong turn and get lost upstairs (yeah)
they ever get wind ’bout sh*t that we did, we gettin’ the chair (shh)
i put out the word, ain’t n0body spared (uh*huh)
he blow off your head then cut off his dreads (i cut off his dreads)
i come from nothing to somethin’, i hold my wrist in the air, i’m celebratin’ (yeah)
call that ghetto elevation (yeah)
i got rich, no education, n*gga
[outro: dj holiday & peezy]
catch my n*gga in the uk (what’s that? what’s up, n*gga?)
dolce gabbana robe and sh*t (ghetto)
might be with yo’ b*tch
hahaha, holiday season, westside gunn
classic

- westside gunn peezy lyrics

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