[Intro]
\nCardo got wings
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\n[Verse 1: Joe Blow]
\nI was a young nigga on my first bid
\nWas still a younging when I went and copped my first Benz
\nThanking God I calmed down since my first kid
\nI threw a 4 up in my 20, popped a perk 10
\nRolling up some [?] chief
\nWhile my lil girl 14, a younger version of me
\nI got some buddies getting money, bring me 30 a week
\nFuck a bitch, if she loyal, then she perfect for me
\nRest in peace to Johnny Cash, [?]
\nMac Dre rapping rhymes, pretty black and [?]
\nMe and Black up in the trap, pitching packs for cheap
\n[?] book a flight [?]
\nYou ask me, I'ma tell you all these rappers is geeks
\nBut if the rapping wasn't working, I'd be back in the streets
\nI'm in Versace everything, from the head to the sneaks
\nTalk is cheap, see you talking when we actually meet
\nNigga
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\n[Chorus: Peezy]
\nCook blunt, codeine in my cup
\nFuck a nut, I just got a hundred K out a slut
\nThey don't show up to the huddle, then them niggas get cut
\nFake niggas play it cool since a nigga been up
\n[?] too big, can't fit in the [?]
\nNiggas [?] them big houses, gotta live in the cut
\nSnitches in a nigga circles, you don't see them with us
\nTalk tough on the net, but [?]
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\n[Verse 2: Philthy Rich]
\nIt's Philthy, nigga
\nWhen them suckas see me out, they ain't acting that tough
\nReal gangstas on the net, but when they see me it's love
\nNa, you ain't gotta speak, I already seen who you was
\nNo fake handshakes, no daps, no hugs
\nA lot of marbel floors, a lot of persion rugs
\nI just got a hundred thousand out a persion slut
\nLil mama, yeah, you get [?] perses up
\nTen thousand on these bags that we perchissing
\nEve St. Laurent, call it butter pecan
\nNa, you ain't got this, bitch, it's one of a kind
\nYeah, they knew us by name, we don't stand in no line
\nI'm a heavy syrup sipper, pour an 8 out a 9
\nA1 on my [?] extra butter the prime
\nScreaming free [?], that's my lil brother, he fine
\n300 for a phone, yeah, we talk all the time
\nThat's what [?] think that I'm lieing
\nIt's Philthy
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\n[Chorus: Peezy]
\nCook blunt, codeine in my cup
\nFuck a nut, I just got a hundred K out a slut
\nThey don't show up to the huddle, then them niggas get cut
\nFake niggas play it cool since a nigga been up
\n[?] too big, can't fit in the [?]
\nNiggas [?] them big houses, gotta live in the cut
\nSnitches in a nigga circles, you don't see them with us
\nTalk tough on the net, but [?]
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\n[Verse 3: Peezy]
\nThat bitch on autopilot, I ain't seen her in months
\nAin't enough she could pay me, that could get me to fuck
\nA hundred up, finna [?] live in the cuts
\nFN on my lap, got a stick [?]
\nCookie crumbs in the blunt, high tech in the cup
\nHad a two tone block, but I gave it a [?]
\nNiggas talking 'bout a body, they be making it up
\nWe ain't doing no karati, got a K in the trunk
\nEvery day niggas [?] what they want
\n[?] gang bust down, baby face in the front
\nGang member before rap, so I say what I want
\nMoney up, damn near can stay wherever I want
\nFuck a fair faid, niggas try to fight and get jumped
\nBet a homie ain't got it [?] somebody get slumped
\nShooting at the same nigga, Blow, who body that was?
\n17 up in the Glock, when I was done, it was none, nigga
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\n[Chorus: Peezy]
\nCook blunt, codeine in my cup
\nFuck a nut, I just got a hundred K out a slut
\nThey don't show up to the huddle, then them niggas get cut
\nFake niggas play it cool since a nigga been up
\n[?] too big, can't fit in the [?]
\nNiggas [?] them big houses, gotta live in the cut
\nSnitches in a nigga circles, you don't see them with us
\nTalk tough on the net, but [?]
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\n[Verse 4: Celly Ru]
\nCook blunt, codeine in my cup
\nSpent some shit for this custum made piece with the [?]
\nSpent a bag on my niggas, ain't got shit for a slut
\nGot the Rollie on 9, but it just was the cuts
\nI ain't talking on the phone, you wanna see me, pull up
\nTouch a hair on my face, I guarantee you get touched
\nI got money on my mind, I got mud in my cup
\n[?] ride through the 6, with AK's in the trunk
\nReal nigga til I die, you niggas know how I'm cut
\n45 chains on, that I ain't never gon' tuck
\nNo, your bitch ain't no good, she gon' fuck for a buck
\n[?] niggas third person, I don't know who to trust
\nNigga
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\n[Chorus: Peezy]
\nCook blunt, codeine in my cup
\nFuck a nut, I just got a hundred K out a slut
\nThey don't show up to the huddle, then them niggas get cut
\nFake niggas play it cool since a nigga been up
\n[?] too big, can't fit in the [?]
\nNiggas [?] them big houses, gotta live in the cut
\nSnitches in a nigga circles, you don't see them with us
\nTalk tough on the net, but [?]\n\n
