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peezy – build a bear lyrics

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[intro]
(pooh, you a fool for this one)
(you recordin’ this, mark?)
yeah

[verse 1]
louis shades on, hat to the back
switch on the glizzy, pocket full of racks
miss my n+gga soda, we can’t get him back
so any n+gga that you catch, i got thirty racks
f+ck it, make it fifty
we gon’ turn up the whole city
pull up, hit the lights, park the car, go get busy
hop right out the bushes, pew+pew+pew, now you miss him
went got me a bag, came and put on all my n+ggas
now when b+tches see us, they can’t tell who the richest
made a million dollars, brought it right back to the trenches
shoot your whole f+ckin’ head off, you stick it in my business
i ain’t been in the hood since i been home, i’m on a mission
i ain’t been in the mood to hit the club or hit no b+tches
catch us out of town, yeah, we got choppers on this sprinter
with a bag full of paper, thumbin’ through it, me and tizzle

[chorus]
made it out the jungle, i grew up with some gorillas, yeah
made it out the slums and i ain’t switch up on my n+ggas, yeah
might just blow a hundred racks today, that’s how i’m feelin’, yeah
i got money long as 8 mile, i feel like eminem
i ain’t gotta have no rollie on, b+tch, i’m still the man
take a project b+tch and turn her up, i’m like build+a+bear
catch a fed case and go to jail, see who really care
kept the lights on in golden sun, i should live in there
[verse 2]
shorty, she got mad and f+cked my n+gga, i don’t give a d+mn
came up with them n+ggas, now they hatin’, i blame instagram
hit her off a perc’ and then i spinned her, i’m a ceiling fan
told her, “baby, i’ma call you back when i get a chance”
been gettin’ money, b+tch, i been advanced, huh
just sent my dog a kite, he still in the can, huh
you can’t f+ck with me, n+gga, get your bands up
shoot they ass down, make him pick his mans up

[chorus]
made it out the jungle, i grew up with some gorillas, yeah
made it out the slums and i ain’t switch up on my n+ggas, yeah
might just blow a hundred racks today, that’s how i’m feelin’, yeah
i got money long as 8 mile, i feel like eminem
i ain’t gotta have no rollie on, b+tch, i’m still the man
take a project b+tch and turn her up, i’m like build+a+bear
catch a fed case and go to jail, see who really care
kept the lights on in golden sun, i should live in there

[outro]
(pooh, you a fool for this one)



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