letra de my nig - peezy
[intro]
run it up, run it up
run your, run your motherf-ckin’ racks up
run your motherf-ckin’ racks up
ayy (da realest)
[verse 1]
get your paper right, run your bands up
real n-ggas, if you feel me, put your hands up
if you got a real plug, help your mans up
chain dancin’ like you work up at the d-mn club
all my n-ggas stick together, ain’t no seperation
i got love for everybody, f-ck whoever hatin’
black n-gga, white ice like i’m segregating
bust a fourty-one, i had to decorate it
in the class on my own, i ain’t go to school
told them b-tches call my lawyer, boy, i know the rules
smooth n-gga, you can’t tell what i’m goin’ through
ain’t got time to chase b-tches ’cause i’m on the move
uh
[chorus]
yeah, i was down on my luck, my nig’
look at your mans now, i’m iced up, my nig’ (yeah)
i don’t chase hoes and run it up, my nig’ (stackin’ paper)
i know they gon’ f-ck for a buck, my nig’ (real)
yeah, i was down, now i’m up, my nig’ (now i’m up)
’cause i stayed down and stacked up, my nig’ (boy)
any given day, [?] by the trunk, my nig’
that’s why your favorite stripper on my nuts, my nig’
[verse 2]
any given day, i pull a ten out
f-cked your main b-tch, i want her friend now
sold the h-llcat and brought the benz out
this sh-t ain’t new to me, boy, i’ve been ’round
was at 007 wearin’ [?]
all white buffs on, me and twenty n-ggas
used to pop a bunch of rolls and give it to them b-tches
free my little brother skeeter, he was really gettin’ it
ain’t got time to chase b-tches ’cause i’m on a mission
when it come to that paper, i get tunnel vision
i got kush in all flavors, you can come and get it
i’ma stack that money up until it touch the ceilin’, boy
[chorus]
yeah, i was down on my luck, my nig’
look at your mans now, i’m iced up, my nig’ (yeah)
i don’t chase hoes and run it up, my nig’ (stackin’ paper)
i know they gon’ f-ck for a buck, my nig’ (real)
yeah, i was down, now i’m up, my nig’ (now i’m up)
’cause i stayed down and stacked up, my nig’ (boy)
any given day, [?] by the trunk, my nig’
that’s why your favorite stripper on my nuts, my nig’ (ayy, ayy)
[verse 3]
free my n-gga patch, they got him sittin’ down
know it’s ’bout some paper when i’m in your town
they ain’t got nothin’ on you, take the sh-t to trial
first class trip to vegas, chillin’ in the clouds
got your b-tch in love with me and i never seen her
brought the f-ckin’ 550, i ain’t want the bimmer
rock designer every day, look like i work at neimans
paid it full, if they ask me, i work at the cleaners
the ghetto boy chain represent the brand
stayin’ out the way, runnin’ up them bands
off-white hoodie on like i’m in the klan
i’m just runnin’ up a check, stickin’ to the plan, yeah
[chorus]
yeah, i was down on my luck, my nig’
look at your mans now, i’m iced up, my nig’ (yeah)
i don’t chase hoes and run it up, my nig’ (stackin’ paper)
i know they gon’ f-ck for a buck, my nig’ (real)
yeah, i was down, now i’m up, my nig’ (now i’m up)
’cause i stayed down and stacked up, my nig’ (boy)
any given day, [?] by the trunk, my nig’
that’s why your favorite stripper on my nuts, my nig’ (ayy, ayy)
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