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Mega - PEEPN lyrics

Artist: Mega

album: PEEPN


You either rob land or you outta nigga
My road to rich is nearly out my nigga
But I'mma break the bank with large amounts my nigga
Check, check, cash, cash
It came in the double
They see I'm sausy and wavy
I'm like a bank full of revels
Now watch me dip on you ho's
Flip you, watch you go, go through the roof
I've been stoned like Shaggy with my dogs, like it's scoobie doo
Now what the fuzz about
Tell me how you feelin'
I'll use another hater
I got used to the feelin'
Good nigga's ain't cut like me
Real shit, you nigga's can't fuck with me
Let alone my whole damn team
Magic league, you nigga's is pee wee
Smoking on seaweed
Count these days, get started with a 40
This motherfuckin' heavy
Bet, wanna up this bitch, I'mma bust that bitch like a virgin
Aim on that cherries nigga
This shit can get scary nigga
My nigga's very nigga, you can get it wherever nigga
Now I'mma dum it down for you, dumb nigga's
You wanna spy on the kid
I'm coming deeper than them dum-dumb nigga's
See, I been peepn a lot
And it be lil' shit
But it's the lil' shit that matters, now I see what it is
And I see what it ain't gon' be
And ain't a nigga that can ever put no fear in me
That's why I come in piece
That means there's two of me
And there's a thousand of used monkey to monkey seed
I hardly ever sleep
Like what is there I never heard it
I don't get on in the violence, but I'm a murderer
Nigga's stop talking what they preaching and they show it
It's not about where you been, it's more 'bout where you goin'
It's not about what you did, it's more 'bout what you doin'
'Cause nigga's be capping like they got her pushin' and movin', nigga's foolish
When I ain't choosin', I am pickin', 'cause I'm pickin' it precise
Used to run the streets until' I there and I lost my life
There was karma comin' for me, but I beat her
I wouldn't try again, because it happened for a reason
Now I send the bigger picture, but I wouldn't frame it
I had to cut out some people because they started changing
Sat changing, twistin' fingers, what's that shit you claimin'
My nigga's go loco for that Peso, leave your body dangling
No code, no hanger
No cast on strangers
Just me and my banger
Nigga, fuck a hater
My nigga's all pullin' like lighters
Had your head like a brand new type of bitch

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