peewee longway - 365 lyrics
[intro]
(yo, mannie)
long
(swae+swaeze!)
[verse 1]
lighthouse in my ear, please help me find my way
i’ve been in givenchy, trappin’ bags all day
got your boys goin’ so hard i wanna sign my play
i ain’t ever met a b+tch, say she had a man, wanna slide my way (hit it)
put it on you, uh
[chorus]
change the b+tch up ‘cause the b+tch got mollys
what you do ‘wee?
i’ma real drip, don’t need no stylist (i’m the real drip, let’s go)
even in the white tee, b+tch did designer (healthy, my white tee, b+tch, this designer)
i’m a spend an eighty on my wrist and [?][0:46] my brain
three sixty+five
wake up and put this sh+t on (put it on)
these n+ggas remind me of me so much that i might as well make me a clone (big clone wee)
buyin’ bags with the big clone, [?][0:56] you doin’
f+ckin’ on the form in the foreign
[?][0:58] smokin’ on hay in the middle in the middle of the barn
i’ll call another b+tch when the b+tch get borin’, yeah
[verse 2]
three sixty+five
playin’ with the gang, they’ll make five fires (baow, glock)
three sixty+five
i’ma real drip, don’t need no stylist
three sixty+five
everyday, a n+gga tryna stack ten thousand
three sixty+five
make a hunnid bands just as i touched down in charlotte
gotta keep it on me, hunnid rounds in the carbon
i’ve been in the zone, got me feelin’ like a zombie
wrappin’ up a brick, make it look like a mummy
white boy nick, put a switch on the tommy
couple hunnid bands, got me rich designer
another three sixty+five, spend it, and pile money
i don’t go to set ‘less i spend me a hunna
and i don’t wanna f+ck ‘less you pay me the money, long
break a b+tch back (f+ck we do?)
[chorus]
change the b+tch up ‘cause the b+tch got mollys
what you do ‘wee?
i’ma real drip, don’t need no stylist (i’m the real drip, let’s go)
even in the white tee, b+tch did designer (healthy, my white tee, b+tch, this designer)
i’m a spend an eighty on my wrist and [?] my brain (bling)
three sixty+five
wake up and put this sh+t on (put it on)
these n+ggas remind me of me so much that i might as well make me a clone (big clone wee)
buyin’ bags with the big clone, [?] you doin’
f+ckin’ on the form in the foreign
[?] smokin’ on hay in the middle in the middle of the barn
i’ll call another b+tch when the b+tch get borin’, yeah
three sixty+five
three sixty+five
three sixty+five
three sixty+five
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