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veeze - small fry lyrics

n+ggas broke thats a joke
eddie murphy im a real street n+gga i be+
never be commercial

[verse]

i used to be running out of money
n+gga nowadays i ain’t running out of nun
lil baby attitude was funky
everything changed she ain fronting she f+cking (f+cking)
open up the pack its skunky
28 grams cost a n+gga 500 (500)
when you see the double cup i ain stuntin (i ain’t stuntin)
problem with my bape like a motherf+cking monkey
stretching with the dope, we ain stressing nun
you could make half a brick if you stretch a hunnid
that n+gga think he tough we’ll press his b+ttons
put the roof in the trunk with the press of a b+tton
im really livin life i ain flexing, or nun
i put in that work i ain never been a flunkie
i really gotta dumb through the check to get h+rny
ion need a f+ckin wife having s+x to the money
that n+gga really broke its a joke eddie murphy
im a real street n+gga i could never go commercial
im a wavy gang baby living life like a surfer
chrome heart shades when a n+gga feel nerdy
he a real life nerd he ain never seen a birdie
n+gga stunting on my swag going home and rehe+rs+ it
i got real mob ties get you kidnapped and murdered
ill show yo ass a bunch of brown squares like a hershey
word to my n+gga rock going [?]
and im hood rich like my n+gga king, i really got money on money
young street n+gga never signed a deal, spent thousand on thousand on garments
any n+gga that sent a threat to me, better hurry up and say sorry
i wake up and drinking this drank like its coffee
smoking that dank like im damian marley
ride with them choppas like [?]
get rich with my brothers like damian marley
f+ck her so good she wanna stay til the morning
throwing it at me i ain say that i want it
this b+tch dm me and told me im making her wet she somewhere way in boston
im young and got fame im considered a target
im rocking every show with some sh+t with a cartridge
we rocked every show and a n+gga ain try it
i left kod and pulled off in a foreign
i find out you hating yo b+tch on the market
he keep doing salt ima hit it regardless
im fly as et i get high as a marshall
i feel [?] like b+tches say that im bossy
you stealing my swag at least tell em who taught you
them old n+ggas hatin im slaying they daughter
me and tay b switchin lanes in the rari
laughing cause we getting cake like [?]

- veeze lyrics

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