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villz - westwood j hus crib session lyrics

(verse 1: villz) (instrumental – pinero beats: overdose)

putting in that work didn’t cost nothin’
so even when i’m low, i still got grub in
baggin’ two z’s, you are not shottin’
what i’m spending on petty was mans profit
can’t get my number, whole box punched up
there’s a few days over the week
how them n-ggas talk my name from i don’t know
they’re from street
if it weren’t for jail, i’d be in a whole different league fam
lord knows
i’ll deal with that problem in time
don’t ask man, but try and know
wanna get them things darg price no
if chrome was there today blud, he’d be saying that i’m next
a couple real n-ggas, i don’t give a f-ck about the rest
don’t give a f-ck about the ends
i ain’t here to rep it, chromes real to the death
i can’t say a word to feds
in (2)010 i had about 30 different friends
and when your sister needed somethin’
i’m the only one she checks
sling your work, you could put a box on it
until the jakes slang me in a sweaty, all hot and sh-t
i’ll grind hard and put the pressure on the strip
i ain’t missin’ any hits
it’s already been a bad week
everytin’ tax free, get it on the backstreets
my life’s been a mad dream, now n-ggas wanna act me
they’ll find me on twitter, they light up a n-gga
fam it’s only gettin’ triller
i swear i ain’t lettin’ trap down
best rapper hands down, half box smashed up
groundin’ your half ounce
better put them grams down
always been hands on
better get your facts right
you’ve never lived that life
real trapper but i’ll make a –
bag on a bad night
where did that food go
now i’m on a blue phone
look after the trap line
tellin’ p bangin’ ’till the reloads done
f-ck your fake knife on my reload grub
should of been rich but i need more plugs
end of the day, them man are 3 bills up
and cuz they got giuseppes they were equal cuz
go and ask price what the weeknd does
i’ll never cut you off if you’re my people cuz
wonder you’ll grow so i’ll keep man on
it’s been a mad 5 years, but i keep on strong
a few man life, but i’m happy they’re alive
i look into your sisters eyes, all i see is you
i give respect to your wifey, i really do
cah she’s the only other person that’s real as you
fam i’m still puttin’ in that leg work
(???) had to hand in, every cats gettin’ fed first
f-ck a midday trapper, i been a wake rapper
you man are posted on a corner
fam i had a corner, pedal-bike, no brakes
krept but i worn out
me and (???) asked rave, the strips on sauna
the trap life’s lonely, so don’t get caught up
in and out the movies with your brothers like warner
sh-t got hard still
fam i know i’m ’bout to suck man for 4 bills
now i can’t believe i’m stuck doin’ oatmeal
just the other day i was out doin’ road deals
everyone so real, but who am i stressin’?
i been stretchin’ money, f-ck your warm up session
food got kept in
heavy (???) and a g-pack’s what i left with
it could’be been less then
the (???) would probably think it’s unrealistic
go put that graft in
darg you can get there
the shoes can’t step here
this life that i’m livin’, i can’t blame it on the system
i ain’t like them little n-ggas
nah it’s all on me
i was told “make money” went, all on green
told them man “you wanna sign somethin’?
call on me.”
put a (???) on the (???) but it, all got peak
ask the mandem if i write this, real–ss speech
this the trillest music
i think chrome’s the one that showed me how to really do this
a born hustler, but sh-t still f-cked up
that you’re sleepin’ in a grave
it’s beat another case, if i be sleepin’ in the cage
cuz it’s the same day today, goin’ hand-to-hand
and mummy knows i never stole a penny at a bank
i go out and grind for that
there’s the reason why the j’s were nothin’ that i pad
every other week it was peak, but she had my back
ahh
i’m stuck on this cake grind, in and out the backies
n-ggas comin’ out the alley
but i’m lookin’ out for squally
then i’m rally it with my baddy
every day can be a scatty
but it’s back up in the majjies
place you don’t wanna feel
my n-gga s; 15 years, i can’t get a pill
bmv; 8 years strong, and stiff done a deal
me and price on a cup
nine gettin’ cruck
we’ll probably be up them mans, line in a month
n0body don’t care for man, bangin’ for your block or somethin’ drop
you’ll get life, and i swear you won’t hear from man
that’s just how it goes in the streets
this is the roads and it’s peak
cah i don’t know how they’re livin’
i’m having dreams and nightmares about chrome
i swear down on that day, i wish i was alone
it’s f-cked up, he won’t even see my girl grow
and what hurts me, is i don’t even think my girl knows
i’m still out here, livin’ explicit, so it’s so real
so i ain’t gettin’ no deal
i’m talkin’ of opening boxes, “no deal”
i just burst 61 shots and done no deals
i’m still out for the loot
got a 24 pack of red bulls in my boot
your phone be on mute
plus i spit it how i live it fam it’s true hunger
firin’, and out here and gave my mum a new number
patience to keep, price of that soux jumper
i made a k!llin’ off the ends
i’m still with the same dons from when they banged me for the “shhh”
half a brick work
fam i l!ck yout a needle, rollin’ tens
i’m on a curb side
them man up in twitter makin’ friends
oiiiii

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