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letra de atl freestyle 1 - veeze

[intro: veeze & rob49]
gang
gangerski (yeah)
got my n-gga rob, you know what the f-ck goin’ on (ganger)
ski
you know that
can’t be f-cked with boys

[verse 1: veeze]
i spend so much money, when i leave, these b-tches follow me (these b-tches follow me)
he ain’t got ten thousand to his name, that n-gga fallin’ off (n-gga ain’t got ten)
i got brand new clothes on when i’m shoppin’, i’m a grown boss (swear to god)
put that b-tton on him, now his body cold, defrost (grrt)
i told her i love her while i was f-ckin’, i was lean talkin’ (i was lyin’)
i don’t like depressed hoes, all my b-tches t’d up (uh)
any time i walk by, smell money when the breeze come
ever since i got rich, hoes do it when i ask once (when i ask once)

[verse 2: rob49 & luh tyler]
yeah, ever since i got rich, bad hoes do it when i say somethin’ (phew)
you ain’t tryna f-ck us on the spot, you can’t sleep here (yeah)
we been gettin’ money way before psp handhelds (yeah)
i feel like you gotta catch a body to get your rank up (buh)
johnny manziel, i done touched down to cause h-ll
i’m pushing good d on my b-tch, nicknamed me pat bell (yeah)
i’m pushin’ pills all in her ass, i’m pullin’ her hair
if he ain’t tryna k!ll him, i go k!ll him myself (phew)
[verse 3: luh tyler]
no, they ain’t give me nothin’, i went and got it myself (myself)
i hit a lil’ b-tch once, then put her back on the shelf (yeah, n-gga)
my bro keep pushin’ packs, that n-gga breakin’ the scale (on gang)
bro got the bl!cky in the party, n-ggas can’t even tell
i swear my lil’ b-tch heaven-sent, but she be givin’ me h-ll (d-mn. yeah)
if you ain’t talkin’ ’bout no money, n-gga, don’t hit my cell (don’t hit my cell, n-gga, yeah)
my n-gga make sh-t disappear, think he castin’ a spell (poof)
i swear these n-ggas be my sons, don’t make me take off my belt (pew, pew)

[verse 4: rob49 & veeze]
yeah, she been gassed up since she got that car, she think she her
i just popped a g6, b-tch, i’m tweakin’, turn me up
when i’m cheatin’ and she leavin’, i can’t miss a loss
on your p, don’t let it breathe, b-tch, put it on your mouth

[verse 5: veeze]
yeah, my b-tch think every b-tch that’s in my likes that i done f-cked (i ain’t f-ck that b-tch)
ho, you wanna f-ck that bad, then book the flight yourself
brodie took so long with bouncin’ back, i put him on the shelf
i done spent so much on foreign clothes, i’m d-mn near speakin’ french (d-mn near speakin’ french)
girly ass got good brain, man, send this girl to yale (send this girl to college)
devil on my shoulder, man, he talkin’ me to death (ooh-woo)
it’s like twenty-five racks gone, that’s how my day was spent (n-gga)
even though i got a thousand hoes, she still think i’m her man
[verse 6: luh tyler]
n-ggas think i signed a deal with nike, always keep a check (yeah, i keep a check, n-gga, yeah)
i’m in here freezing, n-gga, i’m so icy, just look at my neck (ice, ice)
i know this lil’ b-tch went to college, i can tell just by her head (n-gga, uh)
man, why these n-ggas sleepin’ on us? tell ’em get up out the bed (get out of bed, n-gga)
so many hoes, i feel like santa, i might pull up on a sled (so many ho, ho, hoes)
n-ggas always run they mouth, but they ain’t never talkin’ bread

[outro: luh tyler]
talkin’ bread, n-gga, yeah
n-ggas flat, man
gang, n-gga, skii

- veeze

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