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g.t. - veeze bag lyrics

[intro]
(jose the plug)
sh+t, we goin’ to get some drug money
came up with the— yeah, knew i had me a plug (ayy, veeze)
(ayy, veeze, i had to run with this one right quick, this your flow)
ayy

[verse]
n+gga, i knew i’d get some money, n+gga, the first day i dropped out of college (yeah)
my mama sittin’ there poutin’, i’m like, “chill, baby girl, i got it” (for real)
yeah, the condo got mink rugs and the car ain’t got no mileage
n+gga, my b+tch ain’t got no mileage and my next crib’ll have a fountain (yeah)
n+gga, i came up off the street lord’z, you ain’t got money, stop it (stop it)
big money in my closet, i got it piled up like a mountain (yeah)
man, this whip a v12, dog, it’s hard for me to stop it
why the f+ck he got on a manbag? it can’t fit in his pocket
on the ‘hound with sixty thousand, i’m like, “dog, i need to stop it”
’cause i’m rappin’ and they snitchin’, man, these b+tches out of pocket
he was beggin’ for attention ’til he got hit with that chopper
he ain’t livin’ for no stitches, he ain’t get to see no doctor, n+gga
this ain’t no rap song, lil’ n+gga, i really mean it (yeah)
got in the game and choked up, willie beamen (n+gga)
i’m feelin’ like ace the first day he quit the cleaners (for real)
ten days later, all gucci, new bimmer (yeah)
this ain’t no script, i’m the movie, lil’ n+gga, i really seen it (yeah)
go and ask the streets, ’cause i know you don’t believe me (for real)
three+hour drive with them pints straight to cleveland (yeah)
the bricks and the ‘bows comin’ straight down from phoenix
[outro]
make it home with the pros, then f+ck up some at zeidman’s (yeah)
i got a hundred on me right now, b+tch, beat it
now she tellin’ me i’m arrogant and i’m conceited
i’m stayin’ out the way, it ain’t no tappin’ in or linkin’

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