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Peezy - FW That lyrics

Artist: Peezy

album: GHETTO


(Cutter, we rich) yeah, yeah, yeah
She got her own bag? Yeah, I can fuck with that
Hit her one time, she ain't comin' back
Yeah, droppin' Perc dick, I'm the best at that
Yeah, pin her legs back, let's have a wrestlin' match
Bitch, yeah, throw them fuckin' racks up in the sky
Let him fart on all my freaks, she suck that dick and she ain't shy
I been trickin' off, buyin' that bitch, Chanel, eatin' lobster tail
We been stayin' at five-star hotels, shoppin' everywhere
Yeah, yeah, I heard it ain't trickin', if you got it
Love to trick off on my bitch, she held it down, plus she solid
Love to put her up on game, when I slip-up, she keep me polished
Eat that ass fresh out the shower, then we fuck for a few hours, ayy
Love when she gets dressed, put that shit on, she too hard
I ain't trippin' baby, get whatever you want, here just take the card
Treat you like the First Lady, have you walk around with a guard
Fuck them bitches, just let 'em talk, her Chanel purse break they heart
Yeah, fine as hell, got her own bag, yeah, I can fuck with that
Chanel purse, brand new G-Wag, yeah, I can fuck with that
She bought her watch, you can't take it back, yeah, I can fuck with that
Yeah, I can fuck with that, yeah, I can fuck with that
She go to school and she be dancin', yeah, I can fuck with that
She hit the road, and she be scammin', yeah, I can fuck with that
I buy her shit, she buy me shit too, yeah, I can fuck with that
Yeah, I can fuck with that, yeah, I can fuck with that
Every boss need a boss bitch, yeah, I can fuck with that
Pull this Gucci panties to the side, I like to fuck like that
I can make a check when I dream, don't give a fuck about rap
Every time I blink, ching-ching, just made a couple bands
I'm not in a regular bag, this a duffle bag
I think my haters datin' now, I made a couple mad
My exes in my texts like I want they ass
I think my baby daddy born on St. Patty 'cause he a lucky man
Still got the upper hand, I can fuck with that
I got a hood pass and passport to match
First time he saw this ass, yeah, he wanna cuff it
Put this ass on the plate, he gon' call it "supper"
Boss bitch, up in dog shit, you talk shit
Sea sick, lookin' at my chain, and you nauseous
If my watch break, call a plumber, this bitch a faucet
I'm not Drake, it's over for you hoes, I think I lost it
Yeah, fine as hell, got her own bag, yeah, I can fuck with that
Chanel purse, brand new G-Wag, yeah, I can fuck with that
She bought her watch, you can't take it back, yeah, I can fuck with that
Yeah, I can fuck with that, yeah, I can fuck with that
She go to school and she be dancin', yeah, I can fuck with that
She hit the road and she be scammin', yeah, I can fuck with that
I buy her shit, she buy me shit too, yeah, I can fuck with that
Yeah, I can fuck with that, yeah, I can fuck with that

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