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Veeze - Gangermatic Lyrics
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(Pooh, you a fool for this one)

It's a ongoin' struggle, while I'm gettin' blunted
Swing wood in metal, Veeze Paul Bunyan
Bag full of yellow pills look like Funyuns
Streets gettin' ugly, free my nigga Duggie'
Duggy told me I was major back when I was hustlin'
Why she never listen? Man, that shit aggravatin'
Soon as a nigga make it, you gotta ' do a thousand favors
They don't give a f*ck if you did your mom a favor
Now when the phone ring who gon' pick it up?
When you feelin' down, who gon' lift you up?
When you fail trial who gon' call, get them niggas hit up?
If you go broke, who gon' throw you sum'?
Them bitches ain't gon' care, they gon' kick dirt on you
They f*ckin' other niggas and you put purses on 'em
Them sack-chasin' bitches, they around, I ain't flirtin' with them
They see the big dawg, wanna' take one (yeah, I know that)
He gotta watch out every cardboard, we turn for one
We burn the traphouse 'til it's hot like the Earth core
I pray my lil' brother never have to sell Drew Barrymore
Why I should be grateful where I'm at? I swear I'm grateful for 'em
I pull a nigga card quick, he a f*ck nigga (He a f*ck nigga)
I had to block a nigga number, he got the tendencies of a bitch (f*ck that bitch)
She asked me what's that on my chain? It's my brother Quin (it's my brother Quin)
I'm ridin' late, pourin' champagne where his momma lived at
Every time I'm feelin' down, drugs pick me up (yeah)
Back when I ain't had shit, nobody asked for nothin''
I cannot explain my problems, everybody think I'm livin' it up
If I go broke, who gon' throw me some'? (Nobody)
You better save a couple pennies for when the streets get slippery
Dead broke, he the joke and your bitch get silly (yeah)
The rent gettin' closer, nigga palms gettin' itchy
It's hotter outside, her friends on some rich niggas (when it's only you)
It's since you ain't got it everything about chicken (huh)
Pride too big to go get a job, ain't it? (Ain't it?)
Pockets so empty, feel like a clock tickin' (tick tick)
Gun in your hand loaded, and you sweatin' bullets (I do it)
When you get your time, she gon' f*ck half the city (half the city)
Same niggas that you called "Gang" laughin' at you
You ain't heard 'bout your boy, what would happen to him? (Huh)
Say he turned his life to God, he's a Pastor's boy (he's a Pastor's boy)
Way I P a bitch, man, it's all fairy tales (yeah)
If I tell you about my night, it sound imaginary (I swear to god)
If I imagine life without you, bae, my life would end (life would end)
You know that I got you, bae, for life, boy, you my twin (you like me)
I can't put a price on how I love you, priceless (love you priceless)
I'ma have to wash my hands for life, the dirt I did (all the dirt I did)
All these dead men on me, I'm a walkin' cemetery (walkin' cemetery)
Interrupt while me me and my brother talkin', bitch you got some nerve (ooh wooh)
Show me that you loyal, you wanna' be with me forever (with me forever)
I love the Christian Dior shades, wear even if it's dark (even if it's dark)
I think about my niggas deceased even in a bar (even in a box)
Order another thousand 1's, make these bitches twerk (phew, frrrt)
Billboard Veeze
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English

(Pooh, you a fool for this one)

It's a ongoin' struggle, while I'm gettin' blunted
Swing wood in metal, Veeze Paul Bunyan
Bag full of yellow pills look like Funyuns
Streets gettin' ugly, free my nigga Duggie'
Duggy told me I was major back when I was hustlin'
Why she never listen? Man, that shit aggravatin'
Soon as a nigga make it, you gotta ' do a thousand favors
They don't give a f*ck if you did your mom a favor
Now when the phone ring who gon' pick it up?
When you feelin' down, who gon' lift you up?
When you fail trial who gon' call, get them niggas hit up?
If you go broke, who gon' throw you sum'?
Them bitches ain't gon' care, they gon' kick dirt on you
They f*ckin' other niggas and you put purses on 'em
Them sack-chasin' bitches, they around, I ain't flirtin' with them
They see the big dawg, wanna' take one (yeah, I know that)
He gotta watch out every cardboard, we turn for one
We burn the traphouse 'til it's hot like the Earth core
I pray my lil' brother never have to sell Drew Barrymore
Why I should be grateful where I'm at? I swear I'm grateful for 'em
I pull a nigga card quick, he a f*ck nigga (He a f*ck nigga)
I had to block a nigga number, he got the tendencies of a bitch (f*ck that bitch)
She asked me what's that on my chain? It's my brother Quin (it's my brother Quin)
I'm ridin' late, pourin' champagne where his momma lived at
Every time I'm feelin' down, drugs pick me up (yeah)
Back when I ain't had shit, nobody asked for nothin''
I cannot explain my problems, everybody think I'm livin' it up
If I go broke, who gon' throw me some'? (Nobody)
You better save a couple pennies for when the streets get slippery
Dead broke, he the joke and your bitch get silly (yeah)
The rent gettin' closer, nigga palms gettin' itchy
It's hotter outside, her friends on some rich niggas (when it's only you)
It's since you ain't got it everything about chicken (huh)
Pride too big to go get a job, ain't it? (Ain't it?)
Pockets so empty, feel like a clock tickin' (tick tick)
Gun in your hand loaded, and you sweatin' bullets (I do it)
When you get your time, she gon' f*ck half the city (half the city)
Same niggas that you called "Gang" laughin' at you
You ain't heard 'bout your boy, what would happen to him? (Huh)
Say he turned his life to God, he's a Pastor's boy (he's a Pastor's boy)
Way I P a bitch, man, it's all fairy tales (yeah)
If I tell you about my night, it sound imaginary (I swear to god)
If I imagine life without you, bae, my life would end (life would end)
You know that I got you, bae, for life, boy, you my twin (you like me)
I can't put a price on how I love you, priceless (love you priceless)
I'ma have to wash my hands for life, the dirt I did (all the dirt I did)
All these dead men on me, I'm a walkin' cemetery (walkin' cemetery)
Interrupt while me me and my brother talkin', bitch you got some nerve (ooh wooh)
Show me that you loyal, you wanna' be with me forever (with me forever)
I love the Christian Dior shades, wear even if it's dark (even if it's dark)
I think about my niggas deceased even in a bar (even in a box)
Order another thousand 1's, make these bitches twerk (phew, frrrt)
Billboard Veeze
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Writer: Karon Vantrees
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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Performed By: Veeze
Language: English
Length: 2:35
Written by: Karon Vantrees

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