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    • Тексты песен / P / Peezy feat. G.T., Overlord Scooch, Motown Ty / YRN

    Текст песни Peezy feat. G.T., Overlord Scooch, Motown Ty - YRN

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    Тут находится текст песни Peezy feat. G.T., Overlord Scooch, Motown Ty - YRN, а также перевод, видео и клип.

    (David Wesson)

    Raised by OGs, I was taught by the best
    You was raised on IG
    So you was taught by the 'net
    See you wearin' fake shit
    You wasn't taught how to flex
    Get your whole face hit
    A nigga talk out his neck
    Run with killers and robbers
    Specialize in narcotics
    We dealers, y'all scammers, we don't
    Make the same profit, we get it
    Switch the lane from sellin'
    Dope to buyin' houses if all else fails
    You know it's back to sellin' powder
    Came from public housing to
    Bathin' in marble showers
    Ain't got a nine-to-five
    Still get paid by the hour
    Stack it up like a tower
    Smokin' on the best flower
    Love my niggas, I got 'em
    Wouldn't trade 'em for a dollar
    'Cause niggas know that I ain't scared
    To get my hands dirty find out the hard way
    You ever put your hands on me
    Keep runnin' out of dope
    It's like the shit got legs on it
    And anything I ever said, bitch
    I stand on it we some stand-up niggas who
    They expected to crack
    Caught the case and stayed quiet
    They respect me for that
    When Icewear got locked up
    I put the team on my back
    Disrespect my nigga name, I put
    Some cheese on your hat, nigga

    These niggas can't stomach how I ball
    I got hoes prayin' that I lose it all
    You know I trap all day so
    I can play all night
    Young rich nigga livin' life
    Rich nigga (Rich nigga)
    Young rich nigga (Young rich nigga)
    Rich nigga (Rich nigga)
    Young rich nigga (Young rich nigga)

    Niggas swear they gettin' cheese
    But they classless and bummy
    If the feds wanted you
    They wastin' taxpayers' money
    I'm at Saks blowin' stacks, in AZ
    Not as sunny
    I can't find a pair of drawers in the D
    You niggas funny i sip Clicquot at 2: 20
    Eatin' lobster rolls with London
    I just bought my bitch a presi'
    She don't need to pump her stomach (yeah)
    I hit the yard with Vicelords, nigga
    All is well if I feel threatened, nigga
    We gon' fill your car with shells
    Niggas still rappin' 'bout buffs and
    Ain't bought a pair (Boy)
    I'll have my nigga spin your
    Block like a barber chair (yeah)
    At the bottom, we started there
    Now we all in here
    Went broke and had to start
    Again, the bag in, call your friends
    New body Range Rover shaped like a Yukon
    (yeah) did it for the times I
    Was sleepin' on the futon (Remember)
    Is he still rappin'? Niggas wonder
    What is Scooch on? Bitch, I'm gettin' money
    I ain't worried 'bout a new song overlord

    These niggas can't stomach how I ball
    I got hoes prayin' that I lose it all
    You know I trap all day so
    I can play all night
    Young rich nigga livin' life
    Rich nigga (Rich nigga)
    Young rich nigga (Young rich nigga)
    Rich nigga (Rich nigga)
    Young rich nigga (Young rich nigga)

    Rock it plain, young dog
    'cause I was taught to invest it
    I rode the 'Hound so much
    I just wanted a necklace
    Talked to P the other day, he just chillin'
    Relaxin' first day out
    Mansion and a 'Dweller implanted
    We done pulled up in all that, big trucks
    All vests
    Havin' talks with Wilson like, "Nigga
    Make it all wet"
    Lost a couple times, made that shit all back
    Before I fall off, lil' nigga, I'ma fall back
    Stay on your grind every day
    You gotta crawl back
    Chillin' in the slums, no gun
    With like sixty racks
    You ain't no real drank sipper
    You ain't sippin' Act'
    Poured so much lean in this bitch
    It got the pop flat
    These niggas can't stomach how a nigga ball
    We could build a crib how
    These bricks gettin' dropped off
    If we got beef
    We gettin' you and your top dog
    Ridin' with the top off
    Still gettin' topped off

    These niggas can't stomach how I ball
    I got hoes prayin' that I lose it all
    You know I trap all day so
    I can play all night
    Young rich nigga livin' life
    Rich nigga (Rich nigga)
    Young rich nigga (Young rich nigga)
    Rich nigga (Rich nigga)
    Young rich nigga (Young rich nigga)

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