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groovy g - peel out lyrics

intro:
bout to peel out…
way to stars…

hook:
all these slaves know we get money, ‘bout to peel out. (till i die)
we don’t trust these fake sh-t n-ggas, f-cked ‘em bald lie. (way to stars)
we put our hearts in this sh-t, you know we been winners. (i swear to god)
now we been winners in this sh-t, ‘bout to peel out
yeah! we don’t trust this fake sh-t!
yeah! we put our souls in this sh-t!
yeah! we put our hearts in this sh-t!
yeah! now we winners in this sh-t! yeah

verse:
all these slaves know we get money, ‘bout to peel out. (cash)
we on the way, we go to top, ‘bout to peel out. (top)
always shootin’ dices on ‘em bones with ‘em k!llers. (trap)
middle finger up, i’m cash up with my k!llers. (k!llas)
i used that hoe, n-gga tell me that your wife. (wife)
pull up in ghost, we came from the dimes. (dimes)
flexin’ on that b-tch, ain’t gone waste no time. (skrr)
i ain’t gone waste no time, just like make a thous. (thous)
slide with my crew, thousand dollars on the roof
i’m ridin’ around in the coupe. (vrrm)
f-ck ya’ n-ggas ain’t true. (tru) my haters cry, we don’t shoot. (shoot)
muddy spill in the cup. (cup) “way to stars” in the mood. (yeah)

verse:
hey, let me know, if you want f-ck with me. (hoe)
pretty b-tch wants to fly with me. (f-ck ‘em)
dry spells blow your mind, hennessey. (d-mn)
i’m live in these greedy fantasies. (ice)
foreigns all in my legacy, they remember my legacy. (bank)
bag on the floor that loui v. (bag)
cookin’ in a traphouse, pop a pills, (xans)
dawg, you know, for them dope, (what?)
broke n-gga ready make many k!lls. (k!lls)
broke n-gga loosed hope, used to this. (broke)
broke n-gga ready make many k!lls
how many n-ggas gon’ slide with me?
how many n-ggas gon’ ride with me?
how many hoes gon’ f-ck with me?
how many shooters gon’ stay with me?

- groovy g lyrics

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