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prezi - not too long ago lyrics

[intro: prezi]
yeah, not too long ago
not too long ago
prezi
dax on the track so you know it’s gon’ slap

[chorus: prezi]
i was doin’ bad not too long ago
out of state with them bags, not too long ago
and i keep a shooter with me as long as he go
diamonds in the chain goin’ crazy, it’s out of control
sh-t was lookin’ ugly not too long ago
i swear she ain’t wanna f-ck me not too long ago
i told that ho, “get in line, a long way to go”
say they love me, but was speakin’ down not too long ago

[verse 1: prezi]
same people that looked down on me, now they look up to me (they do)
i really did the harlem shake when i got up twenty
jealous of my successes, they was actin’ happy
seen the signs of the hate, but i was lookin’ past it
broke and bummy, dirty clothes and i got laughed at
people pay to see me now, i got the last laugh
i was present on the block ’cause i was skippin’ cl-ss
no louis bags, i packed my clothes in trash bags
couple n-ggas in that cell and they countin’ on me
ice drippin’ from my neck, like a fountain on me
i done did a bunch of sh-t, but i don’t dwell on it
i just pray none of my n-ggas don’t tell on me
my lifestyle, yeah, it come with the fame
had to put the work in, ’cause it ain’t come with the chain
i ain’t too old to listen, i be soakin’ the game
tell these b-tches that it’s prezi, they gon’ f-ck with my name
it’s prezi

[verse 2: nef the pharaoh]
harbor road love me, that’s facts, n-gga, that’s facts
if that’s cookie, got a bad batch
me and prezi go back like rugrats (my n-gga)
in the stolen toyota without the hubcaps
not a long time ago, i was tryna grow
i don’t know batman, but i was robbin’ folks
buy a brick and pour a six, i was tired of fours
now my whips suicide, i had a fight with my doors
and all my b-tches are in line, f&n hit his spine (hear ye, hear ye)
i can’t let a n-gga biggie me, i keep mines
i be on the road makin’ plays, thankin’ allah
you be hittin’ l!cks at christmas for a da-da
friday after next, i slap the taste out your mama
to mix my hyphy juice, i need a case of 1800
i took my id high, so when i stopped, i look blunted
if i go to jail sunday, i’ma bail out on monday

[outro]
dax on the track so you know it’s gon’ slap

- prezi lyrics

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