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WILX - Peewee lyrics

Artist: WILX

album: Wilx Chamberlain 2


Boy you peewee
Boy you out your league
Peewee, boy you
Boy you peewee
Boy you peewee, big dog out your league
Super sport, this not your speed
So what I ain't make the cut
I had more Jordan's than niggas on the team
Young king, I had a dream
Fore digis was triple beams
Big fish these niggas tuna
Peewee like they played at una
Damn, what's up with these small fries
Peewee, they can't see me
Wish nigga would rub me wrong, I ain't no genie
Wonder what I does
Play with keys like I'm Stevie
Name it get hot then it pop, it get greasy
Get in and get out the game, don't get greedy
I'm trained to go in like every season
Trèson and Kes is my every reason
A thoroughbred, so I know what I'm breeding
Killing the scene then leaving them seething
Stand on my word, it's solid as cement
Type to go deep when they playing in prevent
Setting new goals that you reaching, achieving
You grinding, you working
You looking like league him
Ss with the double bubble frog eyed lens
Four niggas in a quarter, is that all yal spend
Snowfall, franklins like a saint how they all marching
Big bands just like tsu
Major league out of hbcu
I came up with patt and mcadoo
Mac, he won a Super Bowl
Q took a knee with kaepernick
If you want that shit, get after it
Dg cutting up in Cleveland
Jalen done went two point oh
Amadi our his body, he up next
On mookie, that's a bett
The city who we do it for
Give them hope, show them ropes
To make moves they thought they couldn't do before
Ain't got shit on my flow
You know that shit on the floor
Ain't got shit on my flow
You know that shit on the floor
Damn, what's up with these small fries
Peewee, they can't see me
Wish nigga would rub me wrong, I ain't no genie
Wonder what I does
Play with keys like I'm Stevie
Name it get hot then it pop, it get greasy
Get in and get out the game, don't get greedy
Boy you peewee, big dog out your league
Super sport, this not your speed
So what I ain't make the cut
I had more Jordan's than niggas on the team
Young king, I had a dream
Fore digis was triple beams
Big fish these niggas tuna
Peewee like they played at una
Ss with the double bubble frog eyed lens
Four niggas in a quarter, is that all yal spend
Snowfall, franklins like a saint how they all marching
Yea

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