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lirik lagu 24/7 – peezy

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[intro: peezy]
i be on the grind twenty*four seven (rush murda)
pistol on my side twenty*four seven
i be gettin’ cheese twenty*four seven
twenty*four seven
runnin’ through these streets twenty*four seven
twenty*four seven

[verse 1: peezy]
yeah
i be on the grind twenty*four seven (all day)
on the run for a case, i pray they don’t catch me
my dawg asked to use the kitchen, told him go and stretch it (go ahead)
and if a n*gga think he sl!ck then we gon’ dome check him
state troopers in the hood got me in the ‘burbs (sh*t hot)
somebody got k!lled but won’t n0body say a word
detectives goin’ door to door, say they need some answers (uh*huh)
but the 6 mile sh*t more serious than cancer (real sh*t)
blow a band in the club on my favorite dancer
and vip with all black on like the panthers
and vip with that strap on like a bouncer (uh*huh)
flood my hood with that pack, n*ggas reign the ounces (come get it)
three diamond chains on for no apparent reason (ghetto boyz)
fresh as sh*t at the crib and i ain’t even leave it
heard these n*ggas takin’ big, but they ain’t even eatin’
just know my hands in it, but you probably never seen it, n*gga
[chorus: peezy & 7 mile clee]
ayy
i be on the grind twenty*four seven (every day)
money on my mind twenty*four seven (all day)
pistol on my side twenty*four seven (right now)
ride low, gettin’ high twenty*four seven (off top)
i be gettin’ cheese twenty*four seven (gettin’ it)
duckin’ the police twenty*four seven (f*ck ’em)
runnin’ through these streets twenty*four seven (runnin’)
i done playin’ for keeps twenty*four seven

[verse 2: 7 mile clee]
one of the coldest on the east, [?] throw a p
f*ck what you heard, b*tch, we good on any street
twenty*four seven, work three sixty*five
fourty*five for the cookie, moon rock, sixty*five
i ain’t never, ever lie, it’s a strap by my side
fifty pints in the four, with a tee on the door
only talk it ’cause i live it, y’all n*ggas bullsh*ttin’
feds all through this b*tch, somebody been snitchin’
so i dip low, hi*tec, no hipno
lil’ bro let that sig go just to let you lames know
don’t sneak diss my name, ho, ’cause i hit your main ho
we switch lanes in range roves, you know how that can go
in and out like a drive*through, hit your block when i drive through
air it out then i come back, f*ck n*gga, you don’t get sh*t back
so miss me with that chit*chat, b*tch n*gga, this more than rap
miss me with that chit*chat, b*tch n*gga, this more than rap
[chorus: peezy]
ayy
i be on the grind twenty*four seven (every day)
money on my mind twenty*four seven (all day)
pistol on my side twenty*four seven (right now)
ride low, gettin’ high twenty*four seven (off top)
i be gettin’ cheese twenty*four seven (let’s get it)
duckin’ the police twenty*four seven (f*ck ’em)
runnin’ through these streets twenty*four seven (yeah)
i done playin’ for keeps twenty*four seven (let’s get it)

[outro: peezy]
i be on the grind twenty*four seven (rush murda)
pistol on my side twenty*four seven
i be gettin’ cheese twenty*four seven
twenty*four seven
runnin’ through these streets twenty*four seven
twenty*four seven

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