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peezy - 24/7 lyrics

[intro: peezy]
i be on the grind twenty_four seven (rush murda)
pistol on my side twenty_four seven
i be gettin’ cheese twenty_four seven
twenty_four seven
runnin’ through these streets twenty_four seven
twenty_four seven

[verse 1: peezy]
yeah
i be on the grind twenty_four seven (all day)
on the run for a case, i pray they don’t catch me
my dawg asked to use the kitchen, told him go and stretch it (go ahead)
and if a n_gga think he sl!ck then we gon’ dome check him
state troopers in the hood got me in the ‘burbs (sh_t hot)
somebody got k!lled but won’t n0body say a word
detectives goin’ door to door, say they need some answers (uh_huh)
but the 6 mile sh_t more serious than cancer (real sh_t)
blow a band in the club on my favorite dancer
and vip with all black on like the panthers
and vip with that strap on like a bouncer (uh_huh)
flood my hood with that pack, n_ggas reign the ounces (come get it)
three diamond chains on for no apparent reason (ghetto boyz)
fresh as sh_t at the crib and i ain’t even leave it
heard these n_ggas takin’ big, but they ain’t even eatin’
just know my hands in it, but you probably never seen it, n_gga
[chorus: peezy & 7 mile clee]
ayy
i be on the grind twenty_four seven (every day)
money on my mind twenty_four seven (all day)
pistol on my side twenty_four seven (right now)
ride low, gettin’ high twenty_four seven (off top)
i be gettin’ cheese twenty_four seven (gettin’ it)
duckin’ the police twenty_four seven (f_ck ’em)
runnin’ through these streets twenty_four seven (runnin’)
i done playin’ for keeps twenty_four seven

[verse 2: 7 mile clee]
one of the coldest on the east, [?] throw a p
f_ck what you heard, b_tch, we good on any street
twenty_four seven, work three sixty_five
fourty_five for the cookie, moon rock, sixty_five
i ain’t never, ever lie, it’s a strap by my side
fifty pints in the four, with a tee on the door
only talk it ’cause i live it, y’all n_ggas bullsh_ttin’
feds all through this b_tch, somebody been snitchin’
so i dip low, hi_tec, no hipno
lil’ bro let that sig go just to let you lames know
don’t sneak diss my name, ho, ’cause i hit your main ho
we switch lanes in range roves, you know how that can go
in and out like a drive_through, hit your block when i drive through
air it out then i come back, f_ck n_gga, you don’t get sh_t back
so miss me with that chit_chat, b_tch n_gga, this more than rap
miss me with that chit_chat, b_tch n_gga, this more than rap
[chorus: peezy]
ayy
i be on the grind twenty_four seven (every day)
money on my mind twenty_four seven (all day)
pistol on my side twenty_four seven (right now)
ride low, gettin’ high twenty_four seven (off top)
i be gettin’ cheese twenty_four seven (let’s get it)
duckin’ the police twenty_four seven (f_ck ’em)
runnin’ through these streets twenty_four seven (yeah)
i done playin’ for keeps twenty_four seven (let’s get it)

[outro: peezy]
i be on the grind twenty_four seven (rush murda)
pistol on my side twenty_four seven
i be gettin’ cheese twenty_four seven
twenty_four seven
runnin’ through these streets twenty_four seven
twenty_four seven

- peezy lyrics

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