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peezy - chris bosh lyrics

chris bosh lyrics
[intro: peezy]
(woodondabeat)
go again
yeah
(da realest)

[verse 1: peezy]
talkin’ down on a real n_gga to your b_tch, now she missing (she gone)
now you call her phone all day ’cause you miss her (h_llo?)
i ain’t got time for that sh_t, i’m on a mission (let’s get it)
ain’t makе it in the industry, but made it out the trеnches (yeah)
we was in the spot with the doors off the hinges (facts)
now we in the hills, ain’t been home in a minute (nope)
sittin’ in my kitchen, runnin’ through a half ticket (yeah)
i ain’t never had a hit single, i’m consistent (uh)
caught the cases, took it on the chin (for real)
told your b_tch to give me face, she took it on her chin (ugh)
i just made another hundred, here we go again (yup)
put a fifty in the money counter and that b_tch jam (brrt)
[chorus: peezy & icewear vezzo]
we just tryna climb to the top (to the top)
while these n_ggas sit around gettin’ high (gettin’ high)
they gossip like b_tches, tell ’em stop (n_gga, stop)
clean a n_gga whole crib with the mop (bah, bah, bah)
n_gga whole wrist filled with rocks (ice)
foreigns on the strip with no top (no top, n_gga)
clean two_liter mixed with drop (what?)
ballin’ in this b_tch, chris bosh (yeah), yeah

[verse 2: icewear vezzo]
right and left pocket full of dogsh_t (yeah)
that ain’t yours, n_gga, that’s your dog sh_t (b_tch)
bad lil’ b_tch off fraud lit (real)
ice_white buffs full of slush like spoiled milk, ugh (get it?)
i be gettin’ higher than a martian (yeah)
reign, turned the money into carpet (i did)
n_ggas tellin’, so i move cautious (shh)
heard he said he got good dog, i can walk it, yeah (good dog, n_gga)
did my first bid, caught another case (what?)
had some bad days ’til i prayed for a better day
laid the foundation at the crib, i’m forever straight (eatin’ good, n_gga)
whether 600, 560, i ain’t never late, n_gga (skrrt)

[chorus: peezy]
we just tryna climb to the top (to the top)
while these n_ggas sit around gettin’ high (gettin’ high)
they gossip like b_tches, tell ’em stop (n_gga, stop)
clean a n_gga whole crib with the mop (bah, bah, bah)
n_gga whole wrist filled with rocks (ice)
foreigns on the strip with no top (no top, n_gga)
clean two_liter mixed with drop (yeah)
ballin’ in this b_tch, chris bosh (chris bosh), yeah
[verse 3: baby money]
gucci windbreaker on, i’m a coldhearted n_gga (yeah)
bust they eyes with the load ’cause them boys barely get it
i’m a ‘bow bagger
even got some hoes out here trickin’, i’m a four banger
twenty racks in dubs, b_tch, i’m crippin’, half a million straight
in another month, i need a ticket
five ‘cats, four benzes, man, this sh_t gettin’ ridiculous
servin’ sh_t that look like flour, but this sh_t gettin’ me chicken
when the police get involved, i watched k!llers to witness (they rat)
n_ggas gossip like b_tches, that’s the sh_t that we ain’t into (nah)
you know i’ma hop out bustin’ ’til you fall ’cause i hit ’em (’til he gone)
you know i ain’t never crushin’ on no ho, i’m a b_tch hitter (not at all)
never hear me talkin’ ’bout no price, i’m a rich n_gga (easy money)

[chorus: peezy]
we just tryna climb to the top
while these n_ggas sit around gettin’ high
they gossip like b_tches, tell ’em stop
clean a n_gga whole crib with the mop
n_gga whole wrist filled with rocks
foreigns on the strip with no top
clean two_liter mixed with drop
ballin’ in this b_tch, chris bosh, yeah

- peezy lyrics

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