Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song PREE , by - Jazz Cartier. Release date: 08.12.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
PREE |
| Why you boys love to pree me, love to pree me |
| Waste man wanna be me, when you see me |
| And your ting call me habibi, she my baby |
| Love how I keep it greezy, this shit is easy |
| Why you boys love to pree me, love to pree me |
| Waste man wanna be me, when you see me |
| And your ting call me habibi, she my baby |
| Love how I keep it greezy, this shit is easy |
| Jacuzzi |
| Told my momma keep her head up, I won’t let up |
| My city needing me to step up, gettin fed up |
| Broke niggas love to pop off, get your bread up |
| Missed calls from my old bitch, I don’t sweat her |
| I’m just really scared to go broke |
| At 16 a nigga had to sell Dope |
| I wanted Cuban links and a gold rose |
| Cause people love it when you shine, when you down they go ghost yeah |
| Fast Forward, now a nigga cash went up |
| Copped chains now this bitches trynna back it up |
| Put that potato on the tip, don’t let me mosh it up |
| I want the 'Rari but that shit just wasn’t fast enough |
| See I love it when the squad paid up fuck a pay cut |
| Always on the road but a nigga keep his fade up |
| My hoes barely wearin make up but they made up |
| Never graduated, cops come than we play dumb |
| Why you boys love to pree me, love to pree me |
| Waste man wanna be me, when you see me |
| And your ting call me habibi, she my bb |
| Love how I keep it greezy, this shit is easy |
| Why you boys love to pree me, love to pree me |
| Waste man wanna be me, when you see me |
| And your ting call me habibi, she my baby |
| Love how I keep it greezy, this shit is easy |
| I just wanna chill with my bitch count my bread |
| First I dropped the DOA, now they really want me dead |
| See cuzzi doesn’t hate I just do me instead |
| Ya’ll should follow my steps (yeah) till y’all niggas get left |
| Man it’s been a long time since I seen the city I’ve been outta town |
| Makin' plays, catchin' k’s, never outta bounds |
| Tried to tell’em they never listened |
| That’s just how it goes |
| Got a cellar in my crib where the dead bodies go |
| The wrong words can be detrimental |
| I’ve been negotiating deals so I never settle |
| I got keys from OGs who be down in Flemo |
| And you still rocking fake chains I must’ve missed the memo |
| You wanna shoot, well I got the treatment and the pieces |
| Momma told me I should pray more I need a reason |
| I’ve been in the trap all day schemin' |
| I’ve been in the trap all day schemin' |
| Why you boys love to pree me, love to pree me |
| Waste man wanna be me, when you see me |
| And your ting call me habibi, she my bb |
| Love how I keep it greezy, this shit is easy |
| Why you boys love to pree me, love to pree me |
| Waste man wanna be me, when you see me |
| And your ting call me habibi, she my baby |
| Love how I keep it greezy, this shit is easy |