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veeze - nowitzki lyrics

how you gon’ be the plug?
same n+gga sneak dissin’, see me, give me a hug
n+gga location cap, why you trollin’ the hood?
she say, “veeze, you so mean, why i love you so much?”
purple lines was in my drink, too much wock in my cup
where i’m from, you ain’t indicted, you ain’t ballin’ enough
i ain’t got nothin’ but some money, ain’t no game i can ran
say the word, i’ll have my shorties strip you out of your sh+t
n+ggas playing police games with they opps on the net
baby, do you wanna f+ck? you ain’t gon’ eye me to death
me and gang just hit the scene like bl++dy osiris and them
boy, you know that i got class just by the outfit i picked
n+gga, that sh+t you got on trash, crop you outta my pic
boy, you need to get some rest, just stop poppin’ that sh+t
[?] i had to count it again
eyes low on some prayer hands, bowin’ my head
you know [?] had to ask him how much cotton he picked
b+tches f+ck [?] like it’s a wifey audition
we used to move the bag on tour for [?]
right now, i’m watching calories, don’t salt my pimpin’
i used to have hoop dreams, i ended up softball pitchin’
i break the load off fast, she bought me jordans {?]
i cross that n+gga and step him just like iverson did it
[?] but it ain’t cars he be stealin’
she named her [?] gang, that’s how i know that she miss me
my freshest color, i edible arrangement the money
i be poppin’ paink!llers, but my heart still ain’t healin’
you see me with that hoe, boy, you know that i hit it
this ice on my chest got my heart in the fridgie
i’m overseas ballin’, man, i feel like nowitzki
who shot me in my back? nah, my outfit is ricky
i cut them b+tches short+

- veeze lyrics

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