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omb peezy - got you lyrics

[intro]
drum dummie
b-tch -ss n-gga
these ho -ss n-ggas just be woofin’, these n-ggas ain’t talkin’ bout sh-t for real
i know n-ggas who, who who who, who dying every day
slanging every day, you feel me
i’m talkin’ ’bout robbin’ every day n-gga
that’s all they got to do
b-tch -ss n-ggas really spoon, n-ggas, n-ggas silver spoon-fed n-gga
you feel me, at that, you silver spoon-fed b-tch
we ain’t even got no motherf-ckin’ spoon n-gga, on my mama
we eatin’ off the motherf-ckin’ concrete on the sidewalk b-tch
on my mama, this sh-t real
drum dummie

[chorus]
i don’t think you got me like i got you (like i got you)
you gotta show me somethin’
for everybody got they hands out like i owe you (like i owe you)
i don’t owe you nothin’
cruisin’ late night by myself down a dark road (down a dark road)
hope they don’t know i’m coming
how you turn on your dogs for them crackers, let ’em take your soul (take your soul)
that sh-t ain’t a hundred

[verse 1]
ayy, one time for the real n-ggas (one time for them real n-ggas)
and two times for the thugs (two times for the thugs), ayy
and three times for my new pistol, ayy (three time for my new pistol)
i saw that b-tch and fell in love, ayy
n-gga got to workin’ the curb, he sellin’ dope with no gloves
drive-bys for the birds, i’m hoppin’ out with these slugs
ain’t talk phones, gotta buzz, get back, i wasn’t even home
name a b-tch that ain’t talkin’ bout money, b-tch i don’t give a f-ck
these n-ggas ain’t rappin’ what they live like
i’ve been did that sh-t, i’m tryna live life
but if you cross me over now, get your sh-t right
he played gangster, then he told and think he did right, peezy

[verse 2]
look, ayy four times for my motherf-ckin’ self
i was out there robbin’ ’cause i ain’t get n0body help
and five for the guys who grabbed that pistol of the shelf
brushed they t–th, then leave with they pistol in they belt, ayy
i’m at the top of my game, don’t try to hop in my lane
people say i’m too blunt, i take pride in not hiding a thing
i can tell the love gone, the look in your eye’s been changed
i wouldn’t be surprised if you decide to hit me with the flame
i wouldn’t be surprised if you decide to throw dirt on my name
i wouldn’t even expect that if i died, y’all would come to my grave
ayy, sh-t f-cked up but i ain’t trippin’
pour a three up in my personal cup, i’m heavy sippin’, peezy

[outro]
i don’t think you got me like i got you
you gotta show me somethin’
for everybody got they hands out like i owe you n-gga
i don’t owe you nothin’
cruisin’ late night by myself down a dark road
hope they don’t know i’m coming
how you turn on your n-ggas for them crackers, let ’em take your soul
that sh-t ain’t a hundred, yeah

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