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veeze – atl freestyle 2 كلمات اغاني

[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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