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peezy – ain’t hard to tell lyrics

[intro]
it ain’t hard to tell you
these n+ggas fallin’ off
all that funny sh+t
f+ck all that sh+t
it ain’t hard to tell you
motherf+ck him up, you broke n+gga
([?])

[chorus]
got these n+ggas sick to they stomach now
it ain’t hard to tell your money runnin’ out
rollie on my wrist, it ain’t to tell the time
i want a hundred thou’, f+ck a hundred rounds
got these n+ggas sick to they stomach now
it ain’t hard to tell your money runnin’ out
rollie on my wrist, it ain’t to tell the time
i want a hundred thou’, f+ck a hundred rounds

[verse 1]
you in a dummy race, i’m in a money race
but we still buyin’ guns just in case (yeah)
we find out where n+ggas stay at if you get out of place (n+gga)
but we ain’t into beefin’, we just gettin’ paid (money, n+gga)
n+ggas on the ‘gram bein’ funny, though
yeah, your joke was funny, bro, but you ain’t got no money, though
i get five bands a show everytime i’m on the road
and i’m gone three times a week, i’m eatin’ in my sleep (facts)
i ain’t never gotta sell dope again (sell dope again)
p+ssy, i ain’t never goin’ broke again (goin’ broke again)
they got me on probation, i can’t smoke again
but i can’t still pull up in that ‘cat and hit your ho again (skrrt)
fresh as h+ll when i’m leavin’ out the crib, n+gga (yeah)
rockin’ seven+hundred dollar pants, n+gga
gucci t+shirt cost me six hundred (six hundred)
f+ck the bullsh+t, n+gga, get money
[chorus]
got these n+ggas sick to they stomach now (to they stomach now)
it ain’t hard to tell your money runnin’ out (n+ggas fallin’ off)
rollie on my wrist, it ain’t to tell the time (bling)
i want a hundred thou’, f+ck a hundred rounds (f+ck that sh+t, n+gga)
got these n+ggas sick to they stomach now (n+ggas hurtin’)
it ain’t hard to tell your money runnin’ out (broke+ass n+gga)
rollie on my wrist, it ain’t to tell the time (you see me, n+gga)
i want a hundred thou’, f+ck a hundred rounds (yeah)

[verse 2]
louis backpack but i ain’t been to school (i ain’t been to school)
got the belt to match but i ain’t get the shoes (f+ck the shoes, n+gga)
went from rags to riches, b+tch, i’m livin’ proof (livin’ proof)
k!llers on my team, they ain’t got sh+t to lose
i’m takin’ care of business, i ain’t got sh+t to prove (yeah)
gucci swim trunks, versace flops when i get out the pool
used to hit kentucky with a thousand blues (shh)
it ain’t what you move, n+gga, it’s how you move (facts)
i ain’t been in the streets, i ain’t been makin’ plays
but i’m still straight ’cause i know how to save
in the escalade sippin’ ace of spade (ace of spade)
it’s gon’ cost you five bands to get me on the stage
got these n+ggas’ stomach hurtin’ like they got to sh+t
got your b+tch givin’ head with a lot of spit
heard your new mixtape, you tellin’ lies again
but i ain’t really into takin’ losses, b+tch, i’m tryna win (uh)
[chorus]
got these n+ggas sick to they stomach now (to they stomach now)
it ain’t hard to tell your money runnin’ out (n+ggas fallin’ off)
rollie on my wrist, it ain’t to tell the time (bling)
i want a hundred thou’, f+ck a hundred rounds (f+ck that sh+t, n+gga)
got these n+ggas sick to they stomach now (n+ggas hurtin’)
it ain’t hard to tell your money runnin’ out (broke+ass n+gga)
rollie on my wrist, it ain’t to tell the time (you see me, n+gga)
i want a hundred thou’, f+ck a hundred rounds (yeah)
got these n+ggas sick to they stomach now (to they stomach now)
it ain’t hard to tell your money runnin’ out (n+ggas fallin’ off)
rollie on my wrist, it ain’t to tell the time (bling)
i want a hundred thou’, f+ck a hundred rounds (f+ck that sh+t, n+gga)
got these n+ggas sick to they stomach now (n+ggas hurtin’)
it ain’t hard to tell your money runnin’ out (broke+ass n+gga)
rollie on my wrist, it ain’t to tell the time (you see me, n+gga)
i want a hundred thou’, f+ck a hundred rounds (yeah)

[outro]
to they stomach now
n+ggas fallin’ off
bling
f+ck that sh+t, n+gga
n+ggas hurtin’
broke+ass n+gga
you see me, n+gga
yeah

- peezy lyrics

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