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g perico & steelz - how will lyrics

[intro]
ayy, steelz, i ain’t gon’ lie, man
i just wanna talk sh+t on this beat right now
i’ma do this clicc style

[verse 1]
run around the streets, out workin’ all week
deuce+4/7, i ain’t gettin’ no sleep
summertime comin’ and i gotta put my whites on
get these old+schools right and keep the lights on
ayy, bro, n+gga, where you from? that’s the language
catch a n+gga slippin’, he might say he ain’t bangin’
when it get hot, it be all kinda situations
the fbi startin’ all kinda investigations
baby girl, back it up and shake it on my zipper
if it don’t get hard, then that mean i don’t feel it
we movin’ on to the next episode
my entire catalog is a couple million sold
b+tch, quit playin’, i’m a n+gga, just admit it
you done been to my house, quit lyin’ to your n+gga
she done wеnt to the ‘gram and erased thе dms
how the f+ck am i thirsty, b+tch? you need to quit it
sometimes, i like hangin’ in the hood
sometimes, i like goin’ hollywood
sometimes, i like jumpin’ on a jet
goin’ overseas on a week+long trip
add it up, bag it up
spend the cash, tax+deducted
i be spendin’ euro and i be spendin’ yen
give me fried rice and put a gang of shrimp
[interlude]
ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
this sh+t feel good, you know what i mean?
i feel like jumpin’ in my mc, takin’ the t+tops off
do a hundred through south central
we gon’ slide up broadway
gon’ slide up imperial, slauson, we gon’ hit the shaw, you know what i mean?

[verse 2]
n+ggas got secrets and they need to make confessions
ain’t no in between, tellin’ is tellin’
rap sheet full of felonies with my name on it
murder investigations, but i ain’t never say nothin’
thought i’d be dead by now, but i’m here ballin’
in nyc, wheat timbs, buyin’ louis vuitton
it’s up, high fashion, high power
clicc shake, backhand after two high+fives
mr. officer, mr. officer
this car a quarter+million, what you stop me for?
please take these f+ckin’ cuffs off of us
and thousand+gram chains is the law for us

[outro]
rule number one
we ain’t talkin’ to no motherf+ckin’ cops, you know what i’m sayin’?
i don’t give a f+ck
if it’s about the opps
we keep that sh+t in the streets
we keep that sh+t g
every hood got ’em, though, my hood got ’em, your hood got ’em
more power to the real ones, though
this sh+t don’t stop
g slim’s revenge
steelz on the motherf+ckin’ beat, steelz get a check

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