Lyrics VIP - Peezy

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Ghetto gospel, nigga\nKnow what the fuck goin' on, nigga, it’s summertime, nigga\nPull them motherfuckin' cars out, ice out, nigga\nBring them stacks out, nigga\nLet’s get it, yeah\nLabels call my phone and they ain’t talkin' 'bout shit\nHung up on they ass, told 'em call back when they get some sense\nFuck I look like signin' a deal to get some crumbs? (That's nothin')\nWhen I can make that shit right here sittin' in the slums\nI’m a boss and you a bum, I shit on niggas for fun (For fun)\nBeat your ass one-on-one, tell cuddy, «Hold my gun»\nNigga, play with us and you done\nKnock him down, here go a dub (Here go a dub)\nSoon as I got the news, I celebrated at the club (Yeah, Da Realest)\nI’m in V.I.P. where niggas can’t get close to me (Fuck on)\nKnew she wanted me to fuck before she even spoke to me (Facts)\nHe keep pullin' out his money, boy, that ain’t no loaf to me (Put that shit up,\nnigga)\nI’ll spend that shit in here and make it back before we leave (Yeah)\nI’m a big dog, petty-ass nigga, don’t get me pissed off (Boy)\nTime to start ballin' on niggas, here go the tip-off (Let's go)\nShe gon' suck the soul out a nigga, then wipe my dick off (Ayy, ayy)\nAnd I’ma leave a stack on the dresser before I dip off (Ayy), yeah\nIn the V.I.P. where niggas can’t touch me (Niggas can’t touch me)\n41 Rollie, chain on, buffies (Hey, buffies)\nAll these niggas hate me, but the hoes love me (Love me)\nTime to start ballin', think I’m gettin' rusty (Let's go, nigga)\nIn the V.I.P. where niggas can’t touch me (I'm in the V.I.P.)\nI’m in the V.I.P. where niggas can’t touch me (You know where I’m at, nigga)\nAll these niggas hate me, but the hoes love me (Fuck y’all niggas)\nTime to start ballin', think I’m gettin' rusty (Yeah, yeah)\nI’m into fast cars, big money, and bad bitches (Bad bitches)\nYou into dick-pullin' these niggas and ass-kissin' (Clown)\nShe know I’m bossed up, I ain’t shit like her last nigga (Nah)\nGot a sale for a slab and a half, give me five minutes (I'm on my way,\nDa Realest)\nPull up in a Phantom with the suicide doors (Yup)\nGot these niggas ready commit suicide, though (We make 'em kill theyself)\nWe come for business, but we ain’t got no suit and ties on (Nah)\nJeans Amiri, red bottoms brand new with rhinestones\nI’m from the city where niggas love to get they shine on\nYou from the city where niggas love to talk to five-oh\nLike Uncle Trick Trick, it ain’t no motherfuckin' fly zone (Ayy)\nI just sold five 'bows, got a sale for five more, nigga (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)\nIn the V.I.P. where niggas can’t touch me (You know where I’m at, nigga)\n41 Rollie, chain on, buffies (Iced Rollie)\nAll these niggas hate me, but the hoes love me (Niggas hate it)\nTime to start ballin', think I’m gettin' rusty (Yeah, yeah, let’s go)\nIn the V.I.P. where niggas can’t touch me (In the V.I.P.)\nI’m in the V.I.P. where niggas can’t touch me (Ayy, bring them bottles out)\nAll these niggas hate me, but the hoes love me (Yeah, yeah)\nTime to start ballin', think I’m gettin' rusty (Huh? Da Realest)\nHuh\n'41 Rollie, chain on, buffies\nNiggas hate me, but these hoes love me\nStart ballin', think I’m gettin' rusty\nIn the V.I.P. where niggas can’t touch me\nI’m in the V.I.P. where niggas can’t touch me\nAll these niggas hate me, but the hoes love me\nTime to start ballin', think I’m gettin' rusty