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peezy - got it all day lyrics

got it all day lyrics
[intro]
yeah

[verse]
got it all day, don’t wanna talk, got what you need
got them bricks of girl and we got raw and ’bows of weed
who you shoppin’ with if you ain’t shoppin’ with the kid?
i brought all my nigs, all we know is do it big
i been fresh since a kid, ask about me in the streets
hit your ass in a wig, ask about us when it’s beef
whole hood in the feds, only one still on the streets
so until i sit down, i’ma ball like the heat
walk in somerset and spend a thousand on my feet
walk inside the club, spend a thousand on a freak
tees in the summer, in the winter, it’s the mink
you already know how i do, b+tch, it’s me
ain’t no cap in my rap, ain’t no shame in my game
i got dirt in my soda, got vss in my chain
you ain’t never seen a check for fifty thousand in your name
i done bust down rollies, i done left them b+tches plain
ten on my now, why you think i’m poppin’ sh+t?
racks on me in the booth, them b+tches give me confidence
b+tch n+ggas still hatin’, but they still ain’t stoppin’ sh+t
i’ma go do my time, come back home and drop a bent’
f+ck the rap game, i can’t say that sh+t enough
thirty in my pocket, you ain’t made this in a month
hit me if you shoppin’, i got flavors in the trunk
you can’t buy the whole thing, i’ll break them b+tches up
fourteen hundred for the sweater ’cause it’s gucci
smell like creed, make a ho give me that coochie
lights, cameras, action, in the club makin’ movies
when i speak on the blender, n+gga, we ain’t makin’ smoothies
talkin’ ’bout them grams of raw, what’s your budget?
sell ’em for a hundred a gram ’cause you can cut it
you can put a half on one and they’ll love it
take this sh+t out of town, come back a rich motherf+cker
i done broke h+lla scales, i done broke b+tches’ hearts
n+gga, i done been broke, that’s how i broke my granny jar
twenty+eight when it’s soft, twenty+four when it’s hard
i’ll put the strap down and break a p+ssy n+gga jaw
sixty on the watch, yeah, i do this sh+t for soda
twenty on the chain, i’ma do this ’til it’s over
seen my n+gga fuji get indicted in dakota
i don’t talk on the phone, wanna see me, b+tch, come over
iced up records, ghetto boyz, wavy gang, ho
forty n+ggas with us, b+tch, we got ’bout eighty chains on
listenin’ to, “f+ck the chicken up,” that’s my theme song
i’ll f+ck some chicken up and leave out with your main ho
b+tch, i’m in the mafia, i ain’t talkin’ dame, though
all blues on me, b+tch, but i ain’t in no gang, though
yeah, that n+gga might be gettin’ money, but he lame, though
million+dollar n+gga, that’s without a watch and chain on, b+tch
[outro]
ayy
let the beat ride out, dave
you already know we ain’t doin’ hooks no more, n+gga
that sh+t over, let’s go

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