a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

peezy - section lit lyrics

[chorus: peezy]
a hundred bottles, b+tch, my section lit
25 thousand, b+tch, my section lit
check out my necklace, b+tch, my section lit
see a n+gga flexin, b+tch, my section lit
i ain’t coming out, unless the section lit
b+tch, it ain’t no drout, you know the section lit
sending b+tches on they routs, that’s why the section lit
we ain’t never running out, that’s why the section lit

[verse 1: peezy]
run it up, n+gga, run it up
activis in a double cup
tell me where it’s at tonight, my baby
me and snoop finna f+ck it up
i just got off the road
band up, and i’m fresh as f+ck
laughing at these oldhead n+ggas, used to front a n+gga, now i’m ahead of them
two chains at the same time
and i ain’t еver even mеt the n+gga
put some chains on your brain, slime
if you ever disrespect a n+gga
hit the club and order five thousand
rip the band off and throw it wreckless, n+gga
i don’t give a f+ck who catch it, n+gga
b+tches tryna take my necklace with them
bottle after bottle after bottle, sparkels in the air, got the section lit
stick my finger in her p+ssy while she dancing, i’m just really tryna test the b+tch
is we f+cking or not?
before we leave the club, i ain’t with the extra sh+t
p+ssy good, and the head was lit
best money that i ever spent
[chorus: peezy]
a hundred bottles, b+tch, my section lit
25 thousand, b+tch, my section lit
check out my necklace, b+tch, my section lit
see a n+gga flexin, b+tch, my section lit
i ain’t coming out, unless the section lit
b+tch, it ain’t no drout, you know the section lit
sending b+tches on they routs, that’s why the section lit
we ain’t never running out, that’s why the section lit

[verse 2: team eastside snoop]
riding round with a dub, n+gga
my new b+tch know i’m the plug, n+gga
double cups with that mud in it
my mama think i’m a drug dealer
hit me up for that texas toast
these b+tches want me, ’cause i flex the most
[?] with the matching coat
b+tch, we popping bottles and [?]
b+tches know, i got that matress money
that’s probably why i’m always acting funny
how the f+ck you gon’ rob the jackers, dummy?
i pay my n+gga [?] to wrap it for me

- peezy lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS