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letra de the intro - peezy

[intro]
(david wesson)
yeah
feel good to be back

[verse]
life good, i can’t complain
left for two years, came back, sh-t ain’t the same
yesterday i wore rose gold, this ain’t the same
this one 40k out the box, i left it plain
i been on some low-key sh-t, stayin’ out the way
this summer, we gon’ see who was playin’ and who done saved
i get money sittin’ on my ass, i got it made
get a n-gga whole house cleaned up, i got a maid
i been grindin’ two-four-seven all around the clock
the only thing a n-gga take for granted is the countertop
stainless steel ovеn, internet inside thе fridge
smilin’ ear-to-ear ’cause i done stacked a half a mil’, n-gga
they like, “p changed up, he on some ho sh-t”
this ain’t 2012, you want that, go buy my old sh-t
‘member when i caught the bus to school back in ’06
caught the bus down to the v and it’s been on since
talkin’ to my n-gga from dc like, “what you on, slim?”
talkin’ to your ho like she ain’t nothin’, “what you want, b-tch?”
ain’t n0body never fronted me, i bought my own sh-t
thousand-dollar sweater, mama say i ain’t got no sense
yeah, keep workin’ and never settle
in the fast lane, louis sneakers on the pedal
f-ck a h-llcat, i’m in a demon like the devil
tryna hide an m under my dog house, i need a shovel
they say it ain’t trickin’ if you got it, huh?
i say i ain’t let you b-tches trick me out a dollar, huh
gucci polo on with the red and green collar, huh
had to middleman a brick to make a thousand dollars, huh
i just spoke an m into existence, i’m a prophet, huh
need to hit the gym ’cause i got pounds all in the closet, huh
tryna parallel park a lambo’ on collins, huh
swiped the escalade and i f-cked up my whole deposit, huh
laughin’ to the bank, my old lady say i’m childish, huh
walked up out that b-tch with fifty thousand like i robbed it, huh
thirty pints of red at my side ho apartment, huh
thirty to my lawyer, made them b-tches drop the charges, huh
i can’t tell the time on my watch, this b-tch r-t-rded, huh
i can’t even work a nine-to-five ’cause i’m a mobster, huh
counted 60k in small bills, i’m exhausted, huh
ask me how it feel to be rich, this sh-t awesome, huh
[outro]
(ask me how it feel to be rich, this sh-t awesome, huh)
feel good to be back
back in the lab, back on my feet, you know
back to my motherf-ckin’ family, you dig?
ayy, dave, let the beat ride out, my n-gga

- peezy

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