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god damn - peewee longway lyrics

[intro]
i don’t f*ck around, god d*mn
no conversation for a p*ssy n*gga

[chorus]
no conversation for a p*ssy n*gga
i don’t f*ck around, god d*mn
when the whip come stock, we don’t want that sh*t
i don’t f*ck around, god d*mn
she gotta’ wash that sh*t ‘fore i f*ck that b*tch
i don’t f*ck around, god d*mn
overnight the pack, [?] three*day sh*t
i don’t f*ck around, god d*mn
i don’t f*ck around, god d*mn
i don’t f*ck around, god d*mn
i don’t f*ck around, god d*mn
i don’t f*ck around, god d*mn
i don’t f*ck around, god d*mn
i don’t f*ck around, god d*mn
i don’t f*ck around, god d*mn
[verse 1]
n*gga, you snitch [?]
i don’t f*ck around, god d*mn
[?] my way, get ya’ ass knocked down
head chopper, shoot a hundred rounds
take a boot with the b*tch, think it déjà vu
they found the b*tch layin’ in the lounge
pull off in the cool coupe with the panorama roof
[?] sh*t made for a clown
longway pipe they’ ass down
i don’t f*ck around with a p*ssy n*gga
boujee b*tches, they ain’t bigger than me
blue benjamins, b*tch, you can’t find a $20
[?] in my mouth, straight out the dentist
back on the stove, cooking like i’m a chemist
balenci, givenchy, i change up my image
she bow down to my feet and make a wish, [?] b*tch
p*ssy look like she take a lot of d*ck
i ain’t f*ck around with ’em
[?] delivery, don’t f*ck around with it
overnight, my n*gga
og gas, clip it right off the vine
b*tch, i’m the plug, don’t question my line (longway, b*tch)

[chorus]
no conversation for a p*ssy n*gga
i don’t f*ck around, god d*mn
when the whip come stock, we don’t want that sh*t
i don’t f*ck around, god d*mn
she gotta’ wash that sh*t ‘fore i f*ck that b*tch
i don’t f*ck around, god d*mn
overnight the pack, [?] three*day sh*t
i don’t f*ck around, god d*mn
i don’t f*ck around, god d*mn
i don’t f*ck around, god d*mn
i don’t f*ck around, god d*mn
i don’t f*ck around, god d*mn
i don’t f*ck around, god d*mn
i don’t f*ck around, god d*mn
i don’t f*ck around, god d*mn
[verse 2]
that’s just the way i’m rockin’, p*ssy n*gga
i don’t f*ck around, god d*mn
[?] in a double*r, mounted up
trap for seven days, n*gga, count it up
i’m tryna’ get paid, n*gga, [?]
i’m ace boogie now, ran outta’ luck
all i need is [?], with a big pair of nuts and a handgun
i ain’t worrying ’bout a b*tch i done done*done
suzy*choosy pointers in my charm
in the trap, i’ma count it up [?]
rubber*bandin’ racks and all the ones
in the corner, stash all the coins
[?]
the man of the year, [?]
trapper turned rapper, two different funds
about the paper, shoot two different guns
push your taper back, give a f*ck ’bout where you from
p*ssy n*gga buy a [?] when he come around
i can’t smoke a blunt with [?]
he all in my mouth, i’m talkin’ bout the [?]
p*ssy n*gga tryna’ turn me over
i had to send ’em back to back, car full of [?]
knock a n*gga’s head off his shoulders (longway, b*tch)

- peewee longway lyrics

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