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chuuwee & trizz - matter fact lyrics

[verse 1: chuuwee]
i been in the trap been in the trap
wit a pen and a pad in the lab
money on my lab food run but im back to the lab
bending the corners and aves
thinking bout future present and past
how far we done came from the south of the sac
the south sac mack south sac iraq
n-gga all he ever talk is south sac thats fact (brraatt)
i purchased a brand new gat
magazine spread h-ll yea i’m all that
n-ggas might run up want more than my hat
so i c-ck back peel caps back then splat
off in the night time twistin a black
still flippin the pack finna dig in the sac
take a gram, roll up revist this rap
everywhere i go i’m that n-gga in fact
time tickin but how inexistent is that
how infant am i make a living from rap
how childish am i still sit in the trap
with a 3ds hanging from my wrist, wrist
sippin the 5th pour a liter for ashlee & phonse
i’m missing my n-ggas again
light up the weed put the swish in the wind
rest in peace aunt phyllis man this sit is a trip

[hook: chuuwee]
get up out my business
matter fact p-ssy -ss n-gga get up out yo feelins
matter fact i been on the road now for a good minute
countin my muf-ckin chickens get up out yo feelins
matter fact p-ssy -ss n-gga get up out my business
get up out my business
matter fact p-ssy -ss n-gga get up out yo feelins
matter fact i been on the road now for a good minute
countin my muf-ckin chickens get up out yo feelins
matter fact p-ssy -ss n-gga get up out my business
get up out my business
matter fact p-ssy -ss n-gga get up out yo feelins
matter fact i been on the road now for a good minute
countin my muf-ckin chickens get up out yo feelins
matter fact p-ssy -ss n-gga get up out my business

[verse 2: trizz]
n-gga u betta get the f-ck up out of my business
these n-gga be talkin they sh-t in they be in they feelings
i roll up this kush and get wavy as f-ck wit my n-ggas
n-ggas be cryin complaining be actin like b-tches
f-ck that where the cash at
get a sack roll it fat n-gga p-ss that
hit the lab k!ll a track, n-gga gas that
henny in the gl-ss gettin smacked witta rat
chuuwee in the trap puttin weed in them packs
spending his money and makin it back
he told me he got when i’m up in sac
if it’s funk then handlin it soon as it crack
pull up and hop out the back witta strap
ain’t no turnin it back once i snap
if i see u, we fade and we scr-p
hop out the back witta bat
beat u and that’s where it’s at
respect ain’t a game a fact is a fact
no we ain’t friends, a dap is dap
u seen me in public and told me u rap
no i don’t f-ck witchu homie u wack

- chuuwee trizz lyrics

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