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veeze - unreleased leak lyrics

[intro]
that’s what crime do
see these young n+ggas— that’s how the mob move
(basskids, answer your motherf+ckin’ phone, n+gga)

[verse 1]
these racks in my pocket, that’s what crime do
see my young n+ggas with me ’cause that’s how the mob move
i turned the cream soda to a piru
look me head to toe, everything i got exclusive
i kicked into overdrive, i ain’t tryna lose
she could f+ck the square n+gga, had to cut her loose
my young n+ggas shootin’ like they run it too
why you lyin’ on my name when you know the truth?
connected with no plug likе the bluetooth
all white truck, but thе seats in it soowoo
b+tch n+gga, take him for his chain, he like new new
granny seen my cup, i had to lie, i said it’s prune juice
i threw the deuce sign when i blew through
7 mile, dog in the car with no roof, roof
my hundreds turned blue, it got jumped, then it’s new crew
he ain’t got no motion, make a thousand every blue moon

[verse 2]
more money, more power, more s+x
asked that b+tch, “where the throat at?” at the door step
get your own, n+gga, don’t take handouts from no man
get the lo’, hit the road with it, show your gonads
coppin’ blow, put your toes on it, make some more grams
left the porch, twelve years old, richer than some grown men
press the gas, pressure on, we can’t give ’em no chance
n+gga lied in all his songs, he ain’t ever road+ran
get the chicken, make it grow, i need some more eggs
f+ck the lights out her while i’m broke, flip the whole bread
the lo’ just dropped, n+gga, code red
d+mn, veeze, you really slimed that n+gga? sure did
i’ll make that b+tch hold the bl!cky ‘fore we hold hands
i’ll make that b+tch get up with you, make you blow a ten
hit the walmart and swipe giffies, my first gig
if she ain’t down to stuff the bag, that’s the wrong b+tch
[interlude]
gang
gang, ganger

[verse 3]
the way i lean break the laws of physics
he like chris rock dad when it come to the spending
never did crime, break the law in his lyrics
i’m high off yellow pills like i’m flyin’ on spirit
i ain’t just rappin’, n+gga, i’m speakin’ from experience
bust the wrapper, you gon’ see the white like britney spears in it
facetimed bro on the lear geeked, seal rippin’
gallery don’t make me make appointments, you a lil’ n+gga
take 75, still put chills in me
give my b+tch a thousand at a time just for dealin’ with me
take a thousand beans to the hillbillies
how the f+ck i build a friendship with pill sniffers?
it be the fakest n+ggas claimin’ they the real n+ggas
i need the quickest way to get up to a meal ticket
i’m tellin’ bro ‘nem chill, they just wanna k!ll n+ggas
these n+ggas think i’m famous, i don’t even feel different

[interlude]
gettin’ richer, mill+er
yeah
[verse 4]
gettin’ richer, racin’ to a mill+er
keepin’ distant, dodgin’ penitentiary
just to get what i got, he’ll turn k!ller
you better keep some money comin’ just like your opinion
keep your head up, it get realer and realer
so much dirt, i forget to repent for forgiveness
i’m glad i’m out the game ’cause the snitches living
i put her on a wave like i live in a river
gettin’ paid for all the sh+t i been through
pourin’ champagne on the ground, tellin’ bro i miss him
he lost his mind, i don’t know that n+gga
honest, trust over lie, never over b+tches
tell the opps stay inside, they get no privilege
i’ma need a purple cane when i’m old, sipping
young n+gga, got more game than an old n+gga
stopped smokin’, still droppin’ dirty dope, mixing

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