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Peezy You know we in here Got my dogs in this motherfucker Peezy, look, look Ayy, y'all know who it is She gon' bounce it for a nigga 'cause she know that I'm real Straight out of Mobile, niggas know I'm toting the steel Hungry nigga put your wheeze on the floor for a meal Blowin' to kill, enough with all that small talk Nigga street nigga, never utilizing sidewalks Nigga hop out shooting, hop in and ride off nigga Leave your body wet but it ain't no drying off nigga Better hide out nigga if you slander my name Believe bodies dropping if I'm handling the flame, ayy Slap a fuck nigga with the handle of the thing Homegrown, Mobile Alabama what I bang, ayy OMB, real top shotta, what it be? More money, more problems, who got problems with me, ayy You can find me where them shotta niggas be Smoking out the OZ with a Glock under my seat My nigga I be thuggin', I'm living rough and rugged We gon' box a nigga boggle, partner I ain't with the hugging I'll put you in a box, quick to lay a nigga down Put a tag on your head like a cow My nigga I'm a dog, catch me fuckin' on your bitch Letras de cancionesHit that eight for some weed while I'm thugging in the Ritz Slang pipe like a plumber, literally with this shit Boy you might freeze to death if you touch a nigga wrist As real as it gets, won't find a nigga like No bang, bullets all in your head like a psychic I ain't worried 'bout the coat, I'ma get it if I like it Gotta flex on a bitch so I gotta know the prices Couple cold cases, now Lil Peezy be the topic Overkill Peezy, I'ma hit him while he's dropping Headfirst in the streets so you know it ain't no stopping I been getting paper like a printer, lame niggas want to copy Riding in a rental, something under for the beef Hopping out, Glock busting, y'all running down the street I don't listen when you speak, lies running through your teeth Peezy hungry for a body, you making him want to eat Getting paper like a folder, mix it with the soda My day of trapping ain't over 'til I meet my daily quota Don't think I'ma serve you boy if I don't know ya Dress preppy but you talking like a soldier, you a poser I'm a dreadhead rocker, real top shotter Close range four nick knocking out your pasta Want to talk guapa, that I got a lotta Tryna take me, the chopper taller than a toddler I'm about a dollar, pussy boy ain't nothing for free And I dare a fuck nigga to take something from me Like a marathon, my niggas will run on your street Chopper down, the way that I'm ridin' look somethin' like a beach Poppin' the pussy for Peezy, he might throw a lil somethin' Don't fuck with fucking for free, okay she know a lil somethin' She say hold up Peezy, don't treat me like I'm hoeing or somethin' I lean close and said don't act like I ain't know it lil mama Blowin' the commas, I can get it back in a day And it's loyalty over love, I got that on the way From Letras Mania