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chuuwee & trizz - posse up lyrics

chuuwee:
excuse me pardon me.. i got a crush on cardi b
music just flow through the arteries.. a lion of zion the heart of me
wave wave i parted seas if you get in the way departed scene ghost town
softer than r&b all my vocal tracks are a horror scene whoa now
i got the golden keys like it’s borderlands
this is hard easy.. in my opinion you’re all cheesy.. my word play.. parcheesi
brain scrambled over hard leaky
gotta stay away and off tv
hidden messages for hard reading
beware of the curse of the kardishi
tarot cards and a palm reader
money coming can you foresee it
i been chasing quesadilla f-ck your face it ain’t familiar
you ain’t real we can’t feel ya
non violent chez i would hate to k!ll ya
smoking on a 8th of rilla
take a picture take it witcha don’t forget
the i’m the n-gg- i’m the n-gg-
i’m the one who drop the lyrics like the sun and make promoters pay with interest
i’m the one who got a deal and got a gun cuz i’m about to make a k!lling
i’m the one who keep it 1001 cuz i could never fake the feeling
i’m the one the highest one to puff the blunt
and crumble weed for paper filling

hook (chuuwee):

b-tch it’s bbp they who smoke a lot they who toke a lot
it’s bbp rising to the top make the speakers pop
it’s bbp they unorthodox watch‘em form a plot
it’s bbp.. it’s bbp.. it’s bbp

trizz:
if you down with me, come around with me
ride around in the town with me
break down and smoke loud with me
go wild and move crowds with me
looked around and i found plenty of that long money so i sound busy
still fresh but i shop thrifty, tryna hit lots and just drop fifty
like a fat b-tch, i’m the black cat of this rap sh-t
y’all fall in love with that wack sh-t
snap back and come slap this
y’all front y’all catfish
brag a lot and don’t have sh-t
pillow talk to a bad b-tch, just to up the homie that’s f-g sh-t
same n-gg-s no new faces
tour around and go to new places
different states and catch new cases
thank god yo i’m too gracious
she’ll die for me, she’ll ride for me, if i’m going down she’ll cry for me
they gon ask she’ll lie for me like she posed to do and that’s fine for me
they’ll smoke me, f-ck the police
sweating n-gg-s cuz we 4 deep
judge fast and don’t know me, wish a b-tch dead leave em so deep
wide awake and i get no sleep
stay high and make no peep
brain dead in my dome piece
but this dope sh-t make it so sweet

hook (chuuwee)

roc$tedy:
so.. i just wanna know
who got some snaps up on the petro?
this all gas, what you expect bro?
no brakes, we had to permanently break us off that pedal
n-gg-s fake.. we know your label is gepetto
and the strings you got attached is what we wrap around your neck and raise the death toll
$tedy be heavyweight, you better wait
still got that belt bro
try to step up in the ring i’ll hit you with that people’s elbow
yeah they smell what roc’s cooking, h-ll’s kitchen who i chef for
even the devil know i make some fuego -ss mac & queso
got pollos going loco flipping chickens for the pesos
bread is what they want, so crumbs is what them birds can wait for
no snakes or rats, platinum plaques is what these raps made for
till n-gg-s gotta waffle, and i ain’t talking eggo
morning wood in your b-tch before she fix ya grits and huevos
fifth of the jose cuervo
then wake up like where the day go?
made a list of all the sh-t up out your fridge that we just ate so
as you read, chuuwee please remind em, in case they ain’t know
b-tch it’s bbp..

hook (chuuwee)

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