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lirik lagu fuck a hook – peezy

[intro]
(k money made this)
yeah
number one ghetto boy in this b*tch, n*gga
haha
you already know what’s happenin’ with me, my n*gga
yeah
broke ass n*ggas ain’t never had watches or chains on, cars are real [?]
you already know how we comin’, n*gga, young rich n*gga for real
uh
uh
let’s get it, ayy, ayy, ayy

[verse]
fresh as h*ll at crib for no f*ckin’ reason (yeah)
fresh as h*ll at the crib but i ain’t f*ckin’ leavin’ (i’m just chillin’)
nine hundred dollar shirt, two*thousand dollar sneakers (yeah)
be careful how you run up on me, boy, i run with demons (real demons)
twenty thou’ on me, ain’t tryna hurt nothin’ (i ain’t tryna hurt nothin’)
told that b*tch shoot out of town, she got a purse comin’ (she got a purse comin’)
all that kids scream bingo when that ‘vert comin’
n*ggas know they play with me, they got a he*rs* comin’ (bah, bah, bah)
twenty thousand on my neck, thirty thousand on my wrist (yeah)
pockets filled up with strips, b*tch, twerk somethin’ (twerk somethin’)
f&n with blue tips, glock 40 with a d*ck
try reachin’ for this sh*t, you gon’ get hurt, bum (bum ass n*gga)
you know i can’t do no song with n*ggas if they told (n*ggas rats)
i don’t wear no f*ckin’ buffs no more, them b*tches old (them b*tches old)
all these bands got me saggin’, i can’t fit my clothes (yeah)
say you want you a new ass, b*tch, come hit the road (let’s hit the road, b*tch)
got the world screamin’ f*ck you, that’s my new sh*t (n*gga, f*ck you)
thirty on this rose gold, that’s my new kit
heard them n*ggas sn*tch your chain and you ain’t do sh*t
they don’t try that sh*t with us ’cause we done blew sh*t (’cause we done blew sh*t)
new amiri jeans, i can’t even fit ’em (can’t even fit in these b*tches)
i don’t buy them b*tches, sh*t, if i can’t hit ’em (n*gga)
i don’t even want the dope if i can’t hit it (f*ck nah)
i ain’t givin’ daps, don’t call me bro ’cause you is not my n*gga
b*tch seen all this ice on me, she say he can get it
we’ll turn off n*ggas’ lights and make him come up missin’ (flraah)
thousand beans in one night, that’s how you come up, n*gga (run it up)
you gon’ get carried off the scene if you run up, n*gga
gucci shirt and belt, i’m like f*ck the sneakers
filled the trunk full of pounds, i’m like f*ck the speakers
i don’t want you bums around, i don’t f*ck with leeches
i don’t even go to church ’cause i don’t trust the preacher (n*gga)
did a tape by myself, i’m like f*ck a feature
dropped out of school in the 12th, i’m like f*ck the teacher
need a blanket on my wrist, my sh*t f*ckin’ freezin’ (brr)
puttin’ freon in the benz, your sh*t overheatin’ (ha)
n*ggas stayin’ with they birds, talkin’ ’bout they movin’ birds
i’m just lookin’, like, oh, word, sh*t ain’t addin’ up
i sold rocks on the curb then moved out to the birds
all these diamonds on my shirt, n*gga, add me up
flexin’ on these n*ggas, got ’em mad as f*ck (n*ggas hurtin’)
talkin’ ’bout so much flexin’, they wanna tie me up (they wanna kidnap me)
word through the grapevine, you wanna line me up
word through the grapevine, they wanna sign me, huh? (huh)
word through the grapevine, we got some money ’round (real cheese)
ain’t talkin’ ’bout no petty sh*t, a couple hundred thousand (real cheese)
boy, you know the stashe protected with a hundred rounds (fact)
we’ll turn your mama crib into a haunted house
better come and get this sh*t because we runnin’ out (hurry up)
better come and get this sh*t, i got one more pound (almost over)
you ain’t really gettin’ chips, you just run your mouth (shut the f*ck up)
sippin’ drank like it’s a fifth, pour me one more ounce (yeah)

- peezy

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