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pnv jay - level up lyrics

[intro]
n-ggas know how we comin’ man, it’s pnv man
listen n-gga

[chorus]
run to the guap, i’m headed straight to the top
n-gga you broke, you a flop, it’s pnv, i will not stop
young n-gga need me a mil’, cop me a crib in the hills
losin’ brothers in the field, i don’t think you know how it feels
run to the guap, i’m headed straight to the top
n-gga you broke, you a flop, it’s pnv, i will not stop
young n-gga need me a mil’, cop me a crib in the hills
losin’ brothers in the field, i don’t think you know how it feels

[verse 1]
run to the money, no chase
i’m in l.a., you better stay in your place
my n-ggas throwin’ the rakes, get to the cake
run up, send shots to your face
we gotta go get the fetty, boy
i swear that these n-ggas ain’t ready, boy
mama told me gotta stay on my grind
get the money, we ain’t wastin’ no time
my n-ggas gettin’ these guaps, you out of luck
smif n’, we shootin’ it up
diamonds dancin’ on the chain
h-ll to he mean? i swear all these n-ggas is lame
came from murder and robberies
better not think about robbin’ me
she suck me, i’m all in her artery
these hatin’ -ss n-ggas be watchin’ me
i remember i was starvin’
had to get money but f-ck an apartment
i remember when they doubted
now i’m tryna own two or three houses
now i’m tryna own two or three houses
i remember when they doubted
now i’m tryna own two or three houses

[verse 2]
stackin’ the bankroll, it’s lookin’ like legos
flippin’ the bankroll, it’s lookin’ like egg rolls
we gettin’ this money now, you know i don’t play with that
i just bought a new .40 now, talk tough and i’m sprayin’ that
whippin’ that work in the kitchen
n-ggas is b-tches, i’m on the road to the riches
young n-gga totin’ the tooly
didn’t have money, used to always eat schooly
diamonds wet in the jacuzzi
n-gga you hatin’, n-gga you broke, you a goofy
n-gga you broke and you goofy
we get the money and pile it
dressed up in foreign, n-gga you know that i’m stylin’
bullet get all the designer
cop me a foreign, no, we don’t f-ck with no hondas
no, we don’t f-ck with no hondas
boy, no, we don’t f-ck with no hondas

[outro]
gang, gang, gang

- pnv jay lyrics

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