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peezy - back end lyrics

[intro]
uh, yea
ay

[verse]
twenty thousand dollars for this ice link
thirty thousand for the plain rolex
twenty thousand dollars in my right pocket
sipping codeine, i don’t drink moet
thirty-five hundred for my outfit
wear the sh-t once and i don’t go back
been balling and i’m still balling, n-gga
i ain’t gotta never gotta post a throwback
we do h-llcats, not the scat packs
hunnid thousand in the louis backpack
hustlers don’t sleep, we take cat naps
she goin’ f-ck me for the cheese, that’s a rat trap
all these n-ggas talk about is guns and how they drill sh-t
i be on that money sh-t, tryna get a mil sh-t
tryna ride bentley’s with the matching (?) sh-t
p-ssy boy, when i ain’t have no money i was still rich
k!lled the parking lot, somebody call the paramedics
i’m p-ssing out cheese, tell that hoe don’t miss her blessing
these n-ggas crazy, i don’t think they get the message
when is he goin’ ever fall off? n-gga never
n-ggas stalk my instagram page and be mad i’m rich
seen my number in his b-tch phone and he had a fit
i can turn four to six ounces, that’s a magic trick
probably can’t relate to me if you ain’t never had a brick
motivate the ghetto, give the real n-ggas hope
bout that money, it’s whatever, all the real n-ggas know
we can get whatever if we stick together, get your sh-t together
you don’t like me? i feel the same, b-tch, let’s k!ll each other
ride through the hood low key in some exotic sh-t
five years ago i had the crib on metropolitan
gotta serve these n-ggas third person, they be hot as sh-t
only thing these rap n-ggas did was suck a lot of d-ck
when you level up you gotta move different
i be over n-ggas heads, i gotta school n-ggas
i just cooked a half a chicken, give me two minutes
let it dry, cause if you bag it while it’s wet it’ll lose, n-gga
all i got is money on my schedule, baby
all my b-tches bad, i ain’t regular, baby
v-12 on the benz, this ain’t a regular mercedez
sh-t, what else did you expect? boy, i came from the 80s
it’s time to boss up, i don’t hear these n-ggas, tell ’em talk up
b-tches know it’s money in the room when i walk up
ain’t no more lean in the city, we drunk it all up
when you see me with them coffee cups, it ain’t starbucks
the bag came in now we break dancing
boy, this water watch jiggin’ and the chain dancing
four or five different drugs in the same cabinet
don’t compare me to these n-ggas cause they ain’t havin’
when you see us in the club, know them heaters in the place
i can still count a dub with a sheet over my face
hit my line for them bows, we the cheapest in the state
all these n-ggas jealous of me, i could see it in they face
i just pulled up to the show to get the back end
i just popped a percocet, i feel like batman
i just hit yo main b-tch and her bestfriend
i got five hundred, b-tch, give me a lap dance
i been all over the world, b-tch, i’m tapped in
show you how to chop a brick, i’m like jack chan
i just paid a thousand dollars for some black pants
got the utmost respect for the crackheads, n-gga

[outro]
uh, let the beat ride out, dave
yea

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