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letra de 4 kobe - veeze

[intro]
i can teach you some alone lil n-gga
you know, jerry stackhouse man
ya dig, the one and only
i just for the, you know (yeah)
a n-gga that’s different

[verse]
calm down, too loud, somebody might just hear us talkin’ (what?)
lil b-tch, lil veeze goin’ steady, i had to pause it (i cut her off)
he had lil b-tch, want a boo, miley cyrus (ooh)
you know that’s veeze, he the worst, can’t say sorry (yeah)
hatin’ ’cause a young n-gga ballin’, donald sterling (huh)
we ain’t waiting till late, unload the trucks, bright and early (yeah)
count up all the bumps on yo face, i got a jerry (stackhouse n-gga)
put like 30 thousands on yo face, you ever irkin’ me (yeah)
might be gettin’ gеrms from sippin’ cups that’s h-lla dirty (ugh)
caught me stickin’ my tongue insidе the pint, it’s a lil perverted (you nasty)
boy, you know i’m busy, textin’ me twice, you think it’s urgent? (for real)
i ain’t even heared the total, i just swiped before i heard it (beep)
i’m the type of n-gga the cup so red like a surgery (huh)
you the type of n-gga to tell my b-tch “he don’t deserve you!” (lame as n-gga)
i’m the type that every b-tch like my pic, they really flirtin’ (i’m him)
but me, i’m such a p, i gotta act like i don’t even notice (ya dig)
i know i be hurtin’ they feelings, i really be doin’ this sh-t on purpose (yeah)
i seen you inside my message requests, i’m playin’ you like a birdie (lame ass n-gga)
my money so d-mn old, my stash got kids, it’s d-mn near thirty (what?)
don’t f-ck with n-gga, he told, i don’t want no pigs inside my circle (yeah)
i done signed so many d-mn checks, n-gga, i’m gettin’ better and better at cursive (better and better at cursive)
i’m rich right now, you old as h-ll, you gon’ die tryin’ like curtis (hahah)
tryna flag me down sayin’, “you left your change,” i obviously don’t want it (i obviously don’t want it)
got real old-heads, got so much girl, no wifey, ain’t got no woman (i think ain’t got no woman)
i’ll give you some time to go home, come back, n-gga, i know you ain’t got it on you (broke-ass n-gga)
yo lame ass prolly gettin’ pass goin’ to trenches actin’ like you know me (for real)
i’m all in staples center pourin’ purple pops in it (wock’)
i’m all in staples center pourin’ purple, this for kobe (’cause that’s my favorite player)
it’s i’m still dead for life and gettin’ older (gettin’)
too many of y’all n-ggas want my swag, it’s gettin’ annoyin’ (yeah)
all these bad b-tches drive me out my mind, it’s like poison (it’s like poison)
movin’ slow, amiri bandana, ninja turtle (yeah)
i’m the type of n-gga pay all cash for my purchase (fff fff beep)
you the type of n-gga ask, “is cash app workin’?” (man, what?)
i’m the type to pay five hundred a zip ’cause it’s worth it (yeah)
you the type, i’m with you smokin’, “pass that, gerski” (headass n-gga, man)
[outro]
you know what the f-ck goin’ on, man
ganger 4e, 4l
still wavy gang, all eyes on a n-gga

- veeze

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