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letra de gomd (remix) - veeze

lyrics from snippet

[verse: lil uzi vert]
…
i’m on them opiums, buffs on my face
don’t play, boy, about my carti’s, b-tch
i don’t even play with these n-ggas at all
i don’t even know what atari is
i ordered a jet, couldn’t take no pictures
’cause i don’t even know red carpet is

[chorus: lil uzi vert]
get off my d-ck, lil’ b-tch, and go f-ck lil pit (lil pit, yeah)
my weed from the garden, yeah…
…

[verse: veeze]
if i had dollar for every time these n-ggas hate, i’d be rich like jay and ye
i got rich with babyface, we came up just making plays (yeah)
man, i feel just like beyoncé, n-ggas love to say my name
i can’t back down from no n-gga, i bring more smoke than taylor gang (shh)
i’m the g.o.a.t., dunkin’ from the free throw, fadeaway (hit that b-tch)
whippin’ dope, make it big sean, you can’t say it ain’t (hit that b-tch)
i know if i wasn’t that great, they wouldn’t even be throwin’ shade (shh)
say that sh-t come with the game, n-gga, i ain’t never been no game
i don’t even wanna conversate, n-ggas lie right to my face (yeah)
i’d probably be under the jail, they knew how much crime i did today (d-mn)
crybaby veeze, use the hundreds, wipe it away (crybaby veeze)
i don’t got change for twenty, n-gga, twenty ain’t nothin’ but change (you hear what i’m sayin’?)
i’m tired of givin’ n-ggas game
i’m shoppin’, coppin’ matty boy, i got this down in mia (huh?)
this lil’ b-tch should get a housekeeper, i met her in la (in la)
i got bloods in bompton, crips on slauson gon’ make sure i’m safe (yeah)
thottie breaking, glory gang, slimy, i should be ashamed (gang)
he done dropped a hundred tapes, made no noise like pootie tang (what?)
n-gga, my heart so icy, i’m like shiesty, i’m like gucci mane
i’m down to a four a day, dirty water, louie ray
these stupid-ass n-ggas must be freebasin’
young n-gga, i was middle school, hoes keir age
fast forward a n-gga, death day, make him meet his maker
broke beefin’ n-gga, make his mama throw a fundraiser
7 mile popstar, b-tch, i’m justin timberlake (wow)
f-ck n-gga throwin’ salt, but ain’t never k!lled a player (oh my god)
daydreamin’ ’bout the wockhardt in the ‘frigerator (huh?)
dog livin’ with a broke heart, heard i hit his main one (heard i hit his main one)
get off my d-ck, lil’ b-tch, lil’ b-tch, get off my d-ck (get off my d-ck)
you ain’t met a n-gga rich like this, you ain’t met a n-gga rich like this (you ain’t met a n-gga rich like this, ho)
he buyin’ designer on sale, that be that country sh-t
she callin’, wanna cheat on her man, that be that h-rny sh-t
tell me you proud of me, baby, again, i need to hear it again (i need to hear it again)
i got the gang tatted on my skin, this sh-t thicker than thin (yeah)
i don’t trust broke n-ggas, it is what it is (yeah)
she bein’ faithful to the kid, but i’ll never commit (come on)
get off my d-ck, lil’ b-tch, lil’ b-tch, get off my d-ck (let’s go)

- veeze

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