letra de plat - lil eazzyy
[intro]
uh
sleezemoney, ceo, ceo sh-t n-gga
[verse]
i put my whole heart up in this sh-t
i’m talkin’ ’bout everything, the streets still got my weddin’ ring
dolo when i’m slidin’, i’m in la wit’ a lemon squeeze
.223s up in this magazine, you gon’ remember me (gon’ remember me)
i went platinum out the trenches b-tch, i’m livin’ (b-tch, i’m livin’)
n-ggas only hate me because i’m up, they mad i did it (mad i did it)
‘member you was tryna kick it? wit’ cho’ lil’ b-tchass
i’on wanna talk no mo’, lil hoe, my b-tch bad (b-tch)
remember i told you i ain’t doin’ no talkin’
beat come on, i walk it
b-tch i drip, no faucet
how to take b-tches, i taught it
i ain’t ever ask for all this sh-t, but i still got it (i still got it)
sh-t you know thе proof up in the pudding, i’m the topic
act like thеy don’t see me, they like d-mn that n-gga got it (this n-gga got it)
[?] not turn his lil’ ass up, before i start droppin’, uh (these n-ggas hoes)
i stop gettin’ s-x from these lil’ hoes, i want that noggin
i ain’t ever been no sucker, b-tch can beat it, lil’ b-tch stop it
n-ggas switch quick, b-tches switch quick
i ain’t stressin’ sh-t, i keep my family in the mix (for real)
bounce out in that cullinan, i pop out wit’ a stick
mama said you better pop yo’ sh-t lil’ boy, you lit (lit)
been done touched a 50, i did that, i was a jit (since i was a jit)
sh-t, i used to sip, then i had to get a grip
you ain’t tappin’ in, you’ll never know what you could get
uh, and i know i ’em p-ssed (go)
ay sleezemoney b-tch you know that (know that)
i catch a drop and i’m on that (on that)
i let that light flash, no kodak
bronem pushin’ up, it get so bad
n-ggas say i switched when i got money, that was before that (that was before that)
i ain’ like how n-ggas was jus’ movin’, don’t get toe tagged (n-ggas weird)
we been takin’ trips, back to back, i’on know where i’m at (i don’t know where i’m at)
you think you gon’ take me from my sac, it ain’t gon’ go like that (it ain’t gon’ go like that)
foenem out here doin’ barber class, but don’t get cuttin’ hair (flrrrt)
loafin’, you outside, without your pipe, he jus’ went out sad (went out sad)
b-tch i’m in my bag, i can’t come in last (i can’t)
i chopped me a cheque and suvy, my life is a movie, i lowkey be missin’ the ‘raq (for real)
that was your homie my brother jus’ clapped up, he got put in a pack (cmere)
all these n-ggas really jus’ rappers, that they put in on the act
i see right through ’em (see right through ’em), like what’s to ’em? (what’s to ’em?)
you ain’t got to captain me, like who you foolin’ (who you foolin’)
answer me, we gon’ be up, there ain’t no losin’
if you say you want this sh-t, you gotta prove it n-gga (prove it n-gga)
[outro]
yea, sleezemoney sh-t, ceo sh-t
you know what the f-cks goin’ on
yea that b-tch o-
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