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cully - gee series lyrics

[verse 1: cully]

through some cartier lens sh-t what you about to see
before i go to sleep try to smoke a pound of weed
wake up, go nuts, call it almond breeze
ride out in my hide out, then i pound a beat
old songs are my exes, tapes is on my checklist
last name cullen sometimes i get my neck bit
because chicks be getting reckless
and my conscious has to step in
swing wood, nun-chuck them, bet i use it as a weapon
and a condom when i get in, if i hit it won’t regret it
man my kicks be overstepping, skinny kid but still flexing
always hit the mall instead of the gym
rap battle some w-nkster because i’m better than him
and a loser if i do let my compet-tors win
i’m just trying to turn my bike into a lexus and sh-t
so i can cruise around a new town that’s due south and what
grab a new gal that slaps shots and is too down to f-ck
uh

[hook: cully]
see me riding around in the benz wagon
so many friends tagging along the ends dragging
see me riding around in the benz wagon
so many friends tagging along

[verse 2:cully]

any given day catch me grooving in my sleep
rapid eye movements while i’m snoozing in the jeep
backseat playing my cd while the driver beep beep these streets
please
stay clear and wash if it ain’t clean
been doing rap and rocking, i’m 18
so stop with the fake st–ze
and f-ck every cop, monogamy ain’t me
if i wasn’t on this path i’d probably pave streets
road to riches, golden brick sh-t
know i’m living, milf if it up with older women
can’t tell the difference from the patron i’m sipping or the c0ke she sniffing
just a player coaching b-tches
now i know the limits of no commitment
so it’s written like nas said
expect hip-hop is not dead
still trendy like pot heads
and i ain’t got dreads
drive safe what my mom says

[hook]

[verse 3: cully]

small town rapper my dreams are big city
chatting chicks, hitting them off like ken griffy
10 deep since 10th grade, i’m still dipping
set high goals, play my role i’m will smithing
sipping on some alcohol that’s twice my age
a 40, not wine, where i like my grapes
in a blunt wrap, f-ck that, triple your stash
talk sh-t, get stickier than licorice hash
hit your chick in the -ss with the hickory dap
that’s wood
i want money that diddy don’t have
billions of bills, like people naming children william should chill
the cure is real, concealed in pill
for real, how do you feel?
so down with the sickness
air force’s on, land lords can’t evict us
club master frames, vision is the picture
contact high make my tinted lenses crisper

[hook]

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