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lirik lagu atl freestyle 1 – veeze

[intro: veeze & rob49]
gang
gangerski (yeah)
got my n*gga rob, you know what the f*ck goin’ on (ganger)
ski
you know that
can’t be f*cked with boys

[verse 1: veeze]
i spend so much money, when i leave, these b*tches follow me (these b*tches follow me)
he ain’t got ten thousand to his name, that n*gga fallin’ off (n*gga ain’t got ten)
i got brand new clothes on when i’m shoppin’, i’m a grown boss (swear to god)
put that b*tton on him, now his body cold, defrost (grrt)
i told her i love her while i was f*ckin’, i was lean talkin’ (i was lyin’)
i don’t like depressed hoes, all my b*tches t’d up (uh)
any time i walk by, smell money when the breeze come
ever since i got rich, hoes do it when i ask once (when i ask once)

[verse 2: rob49 & luh tyler]
yeah, ever since i got rich, bad hoes do it when i say somethin’ (phew)
you ain’t tryna f*ck us on the spot, you can’t sleep here (yeah)
we been gettin’ money way before psp handhelds (yeah)
i feel like you gotta catch a body to get your rank up (buh)
johnny manziel, i done touched down to cause h*ll
i’m pushing good d on my b*tch, nicknamed me pat bell (yeah)
i’m pushin’ pills all in her ass, i’m pullin’ her hair
if he ain’t tryna k!ll him, i go k!ll him myself (phew)
[verse 3: luh tyler]
no, they ain’t give me nothin’, i went and got it myself (myself)
i hit a lil’ b*tch once, then put her back on the shelf (yeah, n*gga)
my bro keep pushin’ packs, that n*gga breakin’ the scale (on gang)
bro got the bl!cky in the party, n*ggas can’t even tell
i swear my lil’ b*tch heaven*sent, but she be givin’ me h*ll (d*mn. yeah)
if you ain’t talkin’ ’bout no money, n*gga, don’t hit my cell (don’t hit my cell, n*gga, yeah)
my n*gga make sh*t disappear, think he castin’ a spell (poof)
i swear these n*ggas be my sons, don’t make me take off my belt (pew, pew)

[verse 4: rob49 & veeze]
yeah, she been gassed up since she got that car, she think she her
i just popped a g6, b*tch, i’m tweakin’, turn me up
when i’m cheatin’ and she leavin’, i can’t miss a loss
on your p, don’t let it breathe, b*tch, put it on your mouth

[verse 5: veeze]
yeah, my b*tch think every b*tch that’s in my likes that i done f*cked (i ain’t f*ck that b*tch)
ho, you wanna f*ck that bad, then book the flight yourself
brodie took so long with bouncin’ back, i put him on the shelf
i done spent so much on foreign clothes, i’m d*mn near speakin’ french (d*mn near speakin’ french)
girly ass got good brain, man, send this girl to yale (send this girl to college)
devil on my shoulder, man, he talkin’ me to death (ooh*woo)
it’s like twenty*five racks gone, that’s how my day was spent (n*gga)
even though i got a thousand hoes, she still think i’m her man
[verse 6: luh tyler]
n*ggas think i signed a deal with nike, always keep a check (yeah, i keep a check, n*gga, yeah)
i’m in here freezing, n*gga, i’m so icy, just look at my neck (ice, ice)
i know this lil’ b*tch went to college, i can tell just by her head (n*gga, uh)
man, why these n*ggas sleepin’ on us? tell ’em get up out the bed (get out of bed, n*gga)
so many hoes, i feel like santa, i might pull up on a sled (so many ho, ho, hoes)
n*ggas always run they mouth, but they ain’t never talkin’ bread

[outro: luh tyler]
talkin’ bread, n*gga, yeah
n*ggas flat, man
gang, n*gga, skii

- veeze

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