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i ain't made it yet - allstar jr & peezy lyrics

[verse 1: peezy]
i ain’t made it yet, i still f*ck with the fiends
i got so much rank that in my hood, they treat me like a king
get a million for an ep, f*ck doin’ sh*t for free
i ain’t payin’ for no k!llings, they gon’ do it ’cause it’s me
got a crew of youngins sweepin’ sh*t up like they mr. clean
i’m a ghetto*ass n*gga, clean my ice with listerine
you a pillow talkin’*ass n*gga, you might tell everythin’
i been f*ckin’ on these famous hoes, this sh*t was just a dream

[verse 2: allstar jr]
ayy, i ain’t made it yet, i’ll be there in fifteen
n*gga want three thousand beans, ridin’ dirty, sippin’ clean
i’ma get a bag, n*gga, all my clothes from overseas
he ain’t bought no ice in years, tеll that n*gga go to sleep
know these n*ggas extra, but i know it ain’t no prеssure
know they sleepin’ on the twin*size, ain’t no dresser
every time i post on instagram, that sh*t depressin’
you want a million milligrams, n*gga, i’m in texas

[verse 3: peezy]
put ass and titties on my b*tch, i call her my investment
soda, half a turkey wing and collard greens, but i ain’t have no dresser
every time i post on instagram, these b*tches get to textin’
we can meet outside of any mall, let’s see who get the freshest
[verse 4: allstar jr]
if you meetin’ me in louis, that’s a couple bands extra
i’m in the fittin’ room over by the men’s section
if we meetin’ in atlanta, then l’m over by grady
mad as h*ll these n*ggas got me servin’ out the 580

[verse 5: peezy]
when i’m wrong i buy my b*tch chanel ’cause she a cry baby
i spent a half a mil’ on two whips like, “f*ck the 580”
i f*ck your ho so good, i make her throw away that vibrator
you can’t get up with me, the chance is slim, i think you n*gga shady

[verse 6: allstar jr]
i’m in a lamb’ truck with two hoes, we all on one thing
hit the road, walk through a few doors, make 35k
thank god every day, i ain’t them n*ggas i hate
if i can’t sell it in the hood, then i can flip it, tri*state

[verse 7: peezy]
go anywhere, i know i’m good, got a million dollar face
i touched down without no entourage, just
brought a bunch of pape’
punch a p*ssy n*gga t**th out, don’t be playin’ in my face, man
drunk as h*ll behind the wheel, i’m swervin’ like i can’t drive
buy the old school, i spent ten thousand on a paint job
we the ones who still havin’ motion on the paper side
jealous*ass n*ggas crackin’ jokes on the hater side
meanwhile, they workin’ sh*tty jobs, barely gettin’ by
[verse 8: peezy]
meanwhile, i’m countin’ fifty thou’, eatin’ chili fries
heard a n*gga tagged me on the ‘gram, got hospitalized
all my boys pullin’ up on me, l done gentrified
you the n*gga finished in the club, l identify
magic city, got a sixty out us, it’s just me and p
we can’t lose this footage, n*gga, get this sh*t on dvd
million dollar n*gga, still i ask to use your ebt
know these n*ggas rattin’, still l’m beggin’ you to keep it street

[outro: allstar jr]
know these n*ggas rattin’, still i’m beggin’ you to keep it street
million dollar n*gga, still i ask to use your ebt

- allstar jr peezy lyrics

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