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peezy - cfwu lyrics

[verse 1 + peezy]
two long sleeves in the parking lot
or in the coupe with no [?] top
when i get to it i don’t talk a lot
million dollar street n+ggas made it off the block
graduated to a hoe and made it off the rocks
four and a half os in the coffee pot
was the first n+ggas with it when the charges dropped
celebratin’ drinkin’ crisp ‘cuz the charges dropped
heard them n+ggas talkin’ sh+t we gon’ call ’em out
got the whole saks fifth on my closet now
baddest b+tch in the strip i done dogged ’em out
brought a 10 in this b+tch i let all this fly

[hook]
n+ggas might as well quit ain’t no keepin’ up
made a mess in the kitchen had to clean it up
brung a foreign to the wash told ’em beam it up
you ain’t come off our block you can’t eat with us
50 racks on my wrist you can’t f+ck with us
30 racks on my neck you can’t f+ck with us
make a mess in this b+tch you can’t f+ck with us
blew a check in this b+tch you can’t f+ck with us

[verse 2 + rio da yung og]
ghetto boys we untouchable
i bet a n+gga ain’t got hit my b+tch she unf+ckable
real ghetto sh+t turn down some [?] down for lunchables
takin’ pictures with my family fresh as f+ck like the huxtables
half a million worth of jewelry they can’t f+ck with us
me and p in that drop we bought a buck with us
[?] she go to lunch with us
two zips of white runtz they smell like we got a skunk with us
n+ggas sick they gotta hang the towel up
f+ck a deuce b+tch we pourin’ whole baby bottles up
oh you dropped an x6 that’s my baby mama shirkin’
two months [?] i f+ck like eighty+thou up, sh+t
[hook]
n+ggas might as well quit ain’t no keepin’ up
made a mess in the kitchen had to clean it up
brung a foreign to the wash told ’em beam it up
you ain’t come off our block you can’t eat with us
50 racks on my wrist you can’t f+ck with us
30 racks on my neck you can’t f+ck with us
make a mess in this b+tch you can’t f+ck with us
blew a check in this b+tch you can’t f+ck with us

[verse 3 + rmc mike]
20k on my wrist they can’t f+ck with us
the white girl she suck me d+ck feel like a suction cup
you can’t get this gucci shirt it’s a 1 on 1
in your b+tch high off percs havin’ 1 on 1s
n+gga f+ck a back end i need it up front
i just dropped another opp now we up one
freaky fat n+gga always tryna f+ck somethin’
what i spent on codeine bought a hundred plus
shoutout p, put some real n+ggas in the game
ridin’ foreign, countin’ 30 when i’m switchin’ lanes
n+ggas don’t know how to keep it real we in a different game
ever since i locked in at the booth i seen a vivid chain

- peezy lyrics

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