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peezy - make em sick lyrics

[verse 1]
i done hooked up with zaytoven, now these p+ssy n+ggas sick
make these n+ggas scratch they head, like how the f+ck did he do that?
i just met a plug in oakland, what’s the ticket on the thracks?
fly that sh+t back to detroit, i got some n+ggas we can tax
i don’t juug, i don’t finesse, i don’t mean no disrespect
but i get my sh+t out the mud, with open spots, no, we don’t trap
been a sipper for for an ac, and hope my problems go away
right before i take a nap, i load that chopper just in case
well known across the states, if you ain’t know, then now you know
tryna set up for my future, it’s why a n+gga move that dope
don’t believe in no excusees, i don’t sit around at home
i’ve been used to hitting road, been on the go since i was young

[chorus]
i’m a money getting n+gga, i want much as i can get
riding foreign through the trentches, i ain’t trippin on a b+tch
all these f+cking chains and watches, it look like we selling bricks
i just add it all up, and make you p+ssy n+ggas sick
you p+ssy n+ggas sick
make you p+ssy n+ggas sick
pull up in that new machine, and make you p+ssy n+ggas sick
hit the club and do my thing, and make you p+ssy n+ggas sick
get on stage and make it rain, and make these p+ssy n+ggas sick

[verse 2]
all these f+cking chains and watches, it look like we selling bricks
you should see these n+ggas’ faces, when it look like they smelling sh+t
i count money by the bands, and i smoke larry by the zip
this blueface 31, b+tch banging harder than a crip
pull up in that new machine, and make these p+ssy n+ggas sick
there’s three b+tches, one of me, man, how much p+ssy can i get?
i don’t do no handouts, and i don’t ohe these n+ggas sh+t
like i play for the lakers, all this purple mixing kris
i’m a money getting n+gga, i want much as i can get
you’s a funny n+gga, telling jokes, but broker than a b+tch
purping with that tax money, wanna take a million pics
but as soon as that lil money gone, you waiting on a l!ck
[chorus]
i’m a money getting n+gga, i want much as i can get
riding foreign through the trentches, i ain’t trippin on a b+tch
all these f+cking chains and watches, it look like we selling bricks
i just add it all up, and make you p+ssy n+ggas sick
you p+ssy n+ggas sick
make you p+ssy n+ggas sick
pull up in that new machine, and make you p+ssy n+ggas sick
hit the club and do my thing, and make you p+ssy n+ggas sick
get on stage and make it rain, and make these p+ssy n+ggas sick

- peezy lyrics

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