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peewee longway - shit on me lyrics

[chorus]
ain’t gon’ say i forgot ’bout you, when i was down, you sh+t on me
ain’t gon’ spend that one on these n+ggas, got a bag on they head, but it still for free
i got the bags, i front out p’s, ain’t worryin’ ’bout what a n+gga done for me
blue huncho make a b+tch od, wanna smoke and they out, put a stick on me
runnin’ them racks, i’m on they ass, stop cuffin’ that b+tch, i’m on they ass
checkin’ the show as you say you get wet too fast, a bad b+tch shake her ass
fell for the a’s, we trappin’ the bags, i’m on they ass, i’m on they ass
runnin’ them racks, make a f+ck n+gga mad, we stomp on they ass, we still on they ass

[verse 1]
yeah, runnin’ them racks, i make these bluе digits
i pay with them blues like stimulus chеcks
i’m on your ass, i’ll make you f+ck on your wife, you pull up and beat up the neck
i gotta check like i sound when i can, all a n+gga think about, nights, flats
i got a glock and the drum and the rifle, ain’t worry ’bout the gangstas, they all in the net
i f+ck with molly, i’m sowin’ the seeds, i might go to falley and f+ck up a check
so, so much is out in the trap, how i [?] sweat, i go ‘head and get ’em a vet
skrr+skrr, hey, yeah, skrr+skrr, got bails
make too many mill’ with the mail, i might just go send a [?]
yeah, i’m still on they ass, i know they prayin’ i fell
ain’t no more stitchin’ to twelve, they rather be dead but care about twelve
i know they mad, [?]
i ain’t worryin’ ’bout no bad investing, i invest in bails
i got [?], they don’t see the jail
they get on yo’ ass, they all got a hammer, they walk through the county jail (let’s go)
and take it to trial, they reachin’ [?], ain’t n0body gotta tell (come on)
i went [?], when i go up again, i’ma bring my crew
[chorus]
ain’t gon’ say i forgot ’bout you, when i was down, you sh+t on me
ain’t gon’ spend that one on these n+ggas, got a bag on they head, but it still for free
i got the bags, i front out p’s, ain’t worryin’ ’bout what a n+gga done for me
blue huncho make a b+tch od, wanna smoke and they out, put a stick on me
runnin’ them racks, i’m on they ass, stop cuffin’ that b+tch, i’m on they ass
checkin’ the show as you say you get wet too fast, a bad b+tch shake her ass
fell for the a’s, we trappin’ the bags, i’m on they ass, i’m on they ass
runnin’ them racks, make a f+ck n+gga mad, we stomp on they ass, we still on they ass

[verse 2]
they want me to slow down more when you movin’ too fast
they grow up, can’t crop more bags
still on they ass, you n+ggas ain’t gettin’ no pads, the broom and m baguette
kush in they own, might call up my tag, i put on the drip and that ain’t like fair
then how i run it up then need no loan, i got they m’s on my behalf
i’m on they ass, i’m on they ass, gi, certified vvs glass
i spend a bag, they spend with the crew, all them mad, them young n+ggas still on yo’ ass
these n+ggas be switchin’, they must be rats, i’m frontin’ more bombs then back that
i got this lil’ n+gga big mad, gt coupe do zig+zags
hit ’em with the stick, got whiplash, f+ck n+gga drown in quicksand
i hit the brick, want a lil’ hand, put the zaza bags on her train
y’all n+ggas stealin’ the feel, get popped like a pill, just me and my lil’ hand
i put the ice on my neck and i’ll run ’round the city, they call me the mad man
i hit the check with the [?], i’m still on they ass, we full screens
i don’t wanna fill up the minivan, that’ll still blow like a [?] fan
fittin’ like fitted, say mini man, f+ck for a hour, no minute, man
how you gon’ say i forgot you to jail on my key, you stuck in the disney land, longway
[chorus]
ain’t gon’ say i forgot ’bout you, when i was down, you sh+t on me
ain’t gon’ spend that one on these n+ggas, got a bag on they head, but it still for free
i got the bags, i front out p’s, ain’t worryin’ ’bout what a n+gga done for me
blue huncho make a b+tch od, wanna smoke and they out, put a stick on me
runnin’ them racks, i’m on they ass, stop cuffin’ that b+tch, i’m on they ass
checkin’ the show as you say you get wet too fast, a bad b+tch shake her ass
fell for the a’s, we trappin’ the bags, i’m on they ass, i’m on they ass
runnin’ them racks, make a f+ck n+gga mad, we stomp on they ass, we still on they ass

- peewee longway lyrics

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