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lirik lagu atl freestyle 2 – veeze

[intro: veeze & rob49]
i was gonna talk to y’all n*ggas man
but i forgot i don’t even talk to n*ggas (yeah) who don’t make fifteen hundred a day, f*ck no b*tches, or wear no designer (at all)
y’all n*ggas’ phone slow as h*ll, man, don’t think about me, man
i’ll get to buyin’ n*ggas
(you won’t leave him a clue? please, for my man taz)
yeah (for real)

[verse 1: veeze]
it’s a cold game, i’m just warmin’ up
shorts one of one, still one and done
a young n*gga slicin’ sh*t like it’s pizza hut
i got her rushin’ out the house, i just beat once
break the pill with me, spilt the bean with me, geek up
rich junkie boy, take a xan’, i’m asleep, bruh
said her biggest dream was givin’ head on a tour bus
all these b*tches tryna get up on me, but i bro’d ’em
ask trey, man, i spent a dub just on flared pants
she ain’t know the seats give you hugs in them big benzes
all my b*tches gotta own a business, i don’t f*ck strippers, keep that
tellin’*ass n*gga, i’m glad i ain’t do no crime with you
this a cali’ pack, bust the seal, smell the time difference
ain’t no internet beefin’ near me, boy, we drop n*ggas
the last skit we did, i think dog dropped a dime on ’em
did a lot of sh*t to this day ’cause it’s fox footage
[verse 2: rob49 & luh tyler]
yeah, got her runnin’ to my house after you beat her up (beat her up)
i’m rich and still order hits like i’m pizza hut (yeah)
he bangin’ crip, but he throw b’s in that bentley truck (in that bentley truck)
you n*ggas braggin’ bout them hoes we already f*cked (yeah)
brrt, brrt, brrt, make sure that bad man die (bad man die)
girl, i’m on the move, just move your drawers to the side (alright)
you can tell i’m leanin’, i pour fours in a pint (for real)
i book her a flight, she think i’m changin’ her life
she ain’t know the big body benz was gon’ hug her (yeah)
i can’t speak to nothin’, i be f*ckin’ in the public (yeah)
unc’ an oldhead, he wrap bricks like a mummy (for real)
wan’ k!ll his whole gang, ten n*ggas cost a hundred (yeah)

[verse 3: luh tyler]
yeah, n*ggas on the mic talkin’ money, but ain’t havin’ nothin’ (they ain’t havin’ nothin’)
if she see these bands in my pocket, boy, i know she f*ckin’ (yeah)
all you hear is, “pew,” that’s a rocket, better get to duckin’ (pew, pew)
think i play for tampa bay, i be gettin’ bucks in (get them bucks in)
get your b*tch, she keep blowin up my phoneline
i’m with veeze and lil’ rob and them bros got like four knots
lil’ n*gga showin’ ten, i can make that sh*t in no time
she want me to buy a bag, man, you must’ve lost your whole mind
b*tch, i got up on the grind, got them bands, and i put it up
dumb n*gga spendin’ bands on a ho, but ain’t even f*ck
man, n*ggas actin’ bad on the ‘gram, but ain’t even tough
kind of feelin’ like i’m baby, i got all four pockets stuffed (my sh*t stuffed)
i got four pockets full, n*gga feel like baby
vulture island sh*t, biggest skii, n*gga, wavy navy
n*gga brought his b*tch to my show, then i hit his lady
n*gga say he wanna book a show, tell the n*gga pay me (n*gga, pay me)
[outro: luh tyler]
yeah
gang, gang
you know we really havin’ over here, man
y’all n*ggas broke as sh*t

- veeze

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