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peezy - intro (only built 4 diamond links) lyrics

[intro]
(david wesson)
you already know what time of the year it is, you know, dave?
i think n+ggas got it confused like we took a break or somethin’
nah, we been countin’ up still, we ain’t never stopped countin’, you know?
i got junkie in this b+tch with me, we been trappin’, gettin’ that bag for real
i been makin’ a hundred thousand a week for two months straight
yeah

[verse]
nike boots on, ten toes on the floor
mike amiri denim, pelle pelle coat
doin’ all that woofin’, i can tell his ass broke
they on instagram sellin’ dope, man, this sh+t changed
i’m from 6 mile, got on six chains
in a rolls+royce, i’m on biscayne
peezy aka big ghеtto, that’s my nickname
rich n+ggas, made it out the ghеtto and ain’t sh+t changed
vs1 diamonds make me shine in the dark
f+ck a b+tch and put her out, now she cryin’ in the car
i was playin’ razorblades ‘fore i climbed up the chart
take it out the ‘rex, let it dry, then break the b+tch apart
i was tryna break the bank, you was breakin’ in a car
before i ever had the pape’, i always had the heart
i’m on wifi in first class, you ain’t had your first bag
louis on my coat rack, let’s keep this sh+t a whole stack
i’m rich as sh+t, i’m on my sh+t, lil’ boy, you know that sh+t
camoflauge off+white jacket, on my soldier sh+t
now i practice ownership
couple hundred thou’, that ain’t no check to me
i need me some equity, you n+ggas can’t get next to me
there’s levels to it, we on different times
if ain’t no presi’ on her wrist, she ain’t no b+tch of mine
i dropped the top and hit the gas, i need a peace of mind
i dropped the prices on the gas, now these— yeah
i dropped the prices on the work, it ain’t no comp
couple hundred lower than them other ones, so come and shop
my car done lost the top, i done passed out off the wock’
i retired from off the block, but from my mansion, i still call the shots
i can’t see myself confessin’ to no motherf+ckin’ cops
naw, i can’t put that on my son, that sh+t gon’ fall back on his pops
ayy, god forbid, if this sh+t fail, i fall back on my block
droppin’ eighthies in the pot, sellin’ nines and half of blocks
[outro]
shh

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