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letra de luv the tour - veeze

[intro]
(surf gang, b-tch)
yeah
yeah, okay
if she tell me no once, i’ma just go to the next one (uh)
gang

[chorus]
if she tell me no once, i’ma just go to the next one (yeah)
i ain’t press none, b-tch, we bully bullies, press b-ttons (what? really?)
ain’t been pressed once, we put n-ggas in the best blunts (hahaha)
might as well help these n-ggas get they deal, i need a check or somethin’ (should’ve thanked me)
what you know ’bout ganger ’round the globe? yeah, i’m stamped up (i’m stamped)
i already got my stripes, i was trickin’ past ’em (yeah)
there’s a box on every bl!ck, b-tch sound like a lamb’ truck (brr, brr brr)
why i’m toxic to all these hoes? maybe it’s for my fanta (it’s for my fanta)

[verse]
maybe it’s cause my bread big, b-tches pulled down they panties (b-tches pulled down they panties)
maybe it’s not the percocet, maybe i feel like scratchin’
how did you let these guys run with the swag, where your antennas? (huh)
sometimes feel like v, i got my name just off the seven
that b-tch is too, she chanceless (she chanceless)
she wanna f-ck a rockstar, i’m marilyn manson
i still be duckin’ these cop cars, gettin’ these bags in
get out the way when them guns drawn, collateral damage (ba, ba)
my young n-gga ain’t climbin’ no roof, but he got a ladder (yeah, .30)
i got a twin, and ball for the six, but ain’t the raptors (nah)
i put on my clothes and send her a pic, five attachments (ooh)
this a brick, white boy, uncut, adam sandler (boy)
broke, broke, broke n-gga, i’m in france (yeah)
broke n-gga, excuse my french (yeah)
yeah, i gotta keep my baby bottle like 22, like i’m franchise
boutta use me a lil’ magnifyin’ glass, keep attracting these parasites (what?)
i woke up, she was givin’ me head, that neck just like an alarm clock
oh, you want that smoke, huh? i take n-gga to jam rock
she up first like dub e, might just bust out beat box
lil’ bruh ‘nem go head first when they spin, it’s like they break dancin’
my lil’ b-tch so s-xy, brown and crispy, call her peach cobbler (mhm)
catch me down in boston with my teacup, but it’s lean party (everybody, chill)
what’s up with these lames? who wiped they nose? and they don’t even be slimy (n-ggas lame)
i been wondering what god was thinkin’ when he designed me
i’ma throw the rick o in the crowd, this sh-t so cheap to me (let’s go)
[chorus]
she tell me no once, i’ma pull up to the next one (you know that)
i ain’t pressin’ none, bully breaker, girl, we press b-ttons (you know that)
ain’t been pressed once, we put n-ggas in the best blunts
n-ggas stole my swag and they got deals, i need a check or some’
she a bad b-tch, but she crazy, pretty devil
i got savages, protect me like mona lisa
ay, alexa, play trillville “get on my level”
we play dirty games, they’ll have to find your ass with a shovel
no cap

- veeze

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