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letra de free shiest - veeze

[intro]
(d-mn, tye, you made this b-tch too?)
you dig?
(the f-ck got into you?)
they dig what i’m sayin’, man
shout out my lil’ brothers too

[verse 1]
i really got that big blrrrd like 30 and shiesty (blrrrd)
i really was part of the brick squad before i met so icy (burr)
he tried to shop, we took his ass, he greener than a heini’ (yeah)
couldn’t give that n-gga no verse, ’cause i ain’t want his ass to like me (f-ck that n-gga)
i’m rockin’ all these skateboard shoes ’cause i been grindin’ (yeah)
i been ballin’ for a minute, ain’t got no job like i’m tommy (yeah)
i’m pullin’ the off-white off the stove, top ramen (what?)
i’m pullin’ the off-white off the stove, top ramen (skrrt, skrrt)
if i show this b-tch this money, she gon’ go from nice to naughty (yeah)
i’m the head of the family now, i feel like mike from godfather (no cap)
i’m off them drugs, i doubled up, i feel like oscar robertson (woo)
this lil’ b-tch dig my swag so much, i d-mn near could hide a body (woo)
we ain’t even f-ck your b-tch, we used her p-ssy hide narcotics (yeah)
press that n-gga so hard, he d-mn near wanna stop the violence (yeah)
i’m thinkin’ ’bout k!llin’ the boss and takin’ his place, john gotti (slime)
i’m rockin’ the buffs on tint so i can see who don’t like my posse (see y’all n-ggas)
all the sh-t in my pocket blue just like an m-box roxy (yeah)
i f-cked her and cut her off, she screamin’, “i hate you,” like taraji (i hate you)
he so sick ’bout his b-tch, he tellin’ n-ggas he gon’ rob ’em (what?)
i sold dope with my daddy and turned in giffies with my mommy
why the f-ck y’all lil’ n-ggas out here wastin’ y’all time shootin’ up housing?
man, i hope that b-tch don’t fall in love, my heart like the rocky mountains (yeah)
she like how i spread that money, it get her wetter than dasani (what?)
i taught this n-gga so much, i should be working at a college
[interlude]
this ain’t—

[verse 2]
i ain’t the type of n-gga to be comin’ for
i been major league, stealin’ bases and runnin’ home
i done drove through a lot of states with that motherload
trust me, n-gga, i would’ve knew your name if it was something to know
that last lil’ money you got to your name in my styrofoam
ever since your b-tch linked up with gang, she cut off her phone
you better have an army when you come, boy, don’t slide alone
i’m a real lord, silly threats hit my funny bone

- veeze

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