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peezy – vip lyrics

vip lyrics
[intro]
the realest
ghetto gospel, n+gga
know what the f+ck goin’ on, n+gga
it’s summertime, n+gga
pull that motherf+ckin’ card and that ice out, n+gga
bring them stacks out, n+gga
let’s get it, yeah

[verse 1]
labels call my phone, and they ain’t talkin’ ’bout sh+t
hung up on they ass, told ’em call back when they get some cents
f+ck i look like? signin’ a deal to get some crumbs (that’s nothin’)
when i could make that sh+t right here sittin’ in the slums
i’m a boss, and you a bum, i sh+t on n+ggas for fun (fun)
beat yo’ ass one on one, tell cudi, “hold my gun” (hold this gun)
n+gga, play with us and you done
knock ’em down here, go with doug (go with doug)
soon as i got the news, i celebrated at the club (yeah)
the realest
i’m in the vip where n+ggas can’t get close to me
knew she wanted me to f+ck before she even spoke to me
he keep pullin’ all this money, boy, that ain’t no loaf to me
i’ll spend that sh+t in here, make it back before we leave
i’m a big dog, petty+ass n+gga, don’t get me p+ssed off
time to start ballin’ on n+ggas, here go the tip off (let’s go)
she gon’ suck the soul out of a n+gga, then wipe my d+ck off (ayy, ayy)
and i’ma leave a stack on the dresser before i dip off (ayy), yeah
[chorus]
in the vip where n+ggas can’t touch me (n+ggas can’t touch me)
’41 rollie, chain on [?] (on [?])
all these n+ggas hate me, but the hoes love me (love me)
time to start ballin’, think i’m gettin’ rusty
in the vip where n+ggas can’t touch me (i’m in the vip)
i’m in the vip where n+ggas can’t touch me (you know where i’m at, n+gga)
all these n+ggas hate me, but the hoes love me (f+ck y’all n+ggas)
time to start ballin’, think i’m gettin’ rusty (yeah, yeah)

[verse 2]
i’m in the fast cars, big money and bad b+tches (bad b+tches)
you on the d+ck, pullin’ these n+ggas and ass+kissin’ (clown)
she know i’m bossed up, i ain’t sh+t like her last n+gga (nah)
[?] give me five minutes (i’m on my way)
pull up in the phantom with the suicide doors (yeah)
got these n+ggas, ready commit suicide, though
(ayy, what you doin’ by yourself?)
we come for business, but we ain’t got no suit and ties on (yeah)
jeans amiri, red bottoms brand+new with rhinestones
from the city, where n+ggas love to get they shine on
you from the city, where n+ggas love to talk to 5+o
like uncle trick trick, it ain’t no motherf+ckin’ flies on (ayy)
i just sold five bowls (ayy, ayy), gotta sell for five mo’, n+gga (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

[chorus]
in the vip where n+ggas can’t touch me
(you know where i’m at, n+gga)
’41 rollie, chain on [?] (rollie)
all these n+ggas hate me, but the hoes love me (n+gga hatin’)
time to start ballin’, think i’m gettin’ rusty (yeah, yeah, let’s go)
in the vip where n+ggas can’t touch me (i’m in the vip)
i’m in the vip where n+ggas can’t touch me
(got brand+new bottoms on)
all these n+ggas hate me, but the hoes love me (yeah, yeah)
time to start ballin’, think i’m gettin’ rusty (yeah)
[outro]
the realest
huh
’41 rollie, chain on [?]
all these n+ggas hate me, but the hoes love me
time to start ballin’, think i’m gettin’ rusty
in the vip where n+ggas can’t touch me
i’m in the vip where n+ggas can’t touch me
all these n+ggas hate me, but the hoes love me
time to start ballin’, think i’m gettin’ rusty
hot, hot, hot
hot, hot
hot, hot
whew, whew

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