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dave east & young chris - peedi peedi lyrics

[verse 1 : dave east]
it’s not a game, i get busy
go by the name pop beezy
knock beanie in a cutlass
copped (?) before i ever copped a chain
bm wanna know who run wit me
n0body but the gang
allah forgive me
i just came up on a switchy, dog
peedi peedi, i heard they got his brother
run the play, we don’t gotta huddle
get soaked when it rain
roll down wit beanie
my feature unrecognizable
bigger, small n+ggas sizing you
before that bell riiing!
about my past and my future
them p+ssies laughing i’m (?)
i came masked up with shooter
a (?) package, i’m coolin’
ss wit the coolant kit in trunk
slump him if his actions get foolish
think of the time that got lost
think of trap that got ruined
the plug said when you see (?) the pack got a bruin
stamp on the top
forever flow sl!cker than fluid
there’s not a hating bone inside me
couldn’t get me to do it
pop 1 for p.a.b.l.o
two for c
blu caprice
keep spinning the block actin’ like fancy
they don’t root for me
n+ggas talkin’ bout how they ballin’
ain’t never hoop wit me
lately on my top cuz i’m hot
was never cool wit me
never sat in first class wit me
ain’t go to school wit me
say they know the water
ain’t never jump in no pool wit me
wanna shine like me
ain’t never paid for no jewelry
youngins growin’ up watchin’ suckas
they think it’s cool to be
fly all my life
need a pilot to read my eulogy
the jealousy from your kids saying “you ain’t as cool as east”
foolery
purse on your hip where your tool should be
streets ain’t new to me
legends recruiting me n+gga
[verse 2: dave east]
it ain’t a game
i’m from philly
seen the ticket before wayne did “a millie”
no accidental millie vanilli’s intentions to k!ll em
internally bleed
new pack burnin’ this weed
kaboni
my savage is burnin the seeds; 100 degrees
never had a degree
a1
ain’t nothin’ average bout c
not a skeleton n+gga
ask about me
first they brag about me
talk sh+t and make a track about me
but they know how them k!llas act about me
switches and automatics
dig ditches and order caskets
more vicious cemeteries
more n+ggas the more to bury
naw this ain’t your ordinary
try to (?) get your order ready
n+ggas is 4th quarter ready
gametime
at the same time get my daughter ready
razor straw baking soda
water ready; b+tter baby
now it’s time to flood it
got me out her lookin’ like i got a major label budget
and your favorite lady love it
all i do is spit crack
i’m an 80s baby
thuggin’ like a navy baby
500 degrees n+gga baby baby
tan guts navy cedes
these n+ggas fugazzi
if you ever play me
i throw em like brady
ya’ll ain’t crazy
i come through like kobe, give me the k, drop 80
give me the roc, they can’t fade me
came from the roc
shout out to jay+z
shout to dukes, f+ck my pops
shout to wingohock that raised me
finger f+ckin’ this k
you coming this way
we’re puttin’ em under the pavement
under the (?) underdog, i’m comin’ for all of ya’ll
time is money, dumb b+tch, stop wasting my audemar
roc his cradle, we grave em, we shootin’ like jason tatum
we k!ll em, hitman for hire, we k!llin’ whoever paid em
n+gga, yellow caution, have em bringin’ chalk out, we erase em
leave em stinkin’ in the park wit his b+tch tied in a bas+m+nt
don’t forget that, this .357 bulldog come with a 6 pack, what up, d!

- dave east young chris lyrics

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