Karaoke Unreleased Leak by Veeze — sing along with lyrics on Singa

Unreleased Leak Karaoke

Veeze

LyricsUnreleased Leak

That's what crime do see these n###as

That's how the mob move

These racks in my pocket

that's what crime do

See my young n###as with me

'cause that's how the mob move

I turned the cream soda to a piru

Look me head to toe

everything I got exclusive

I get to know a driver

I ain't tryna lose

She could fuck the square

n###a had to cut her loose

My young n###as shootin'

like they run it too

Why you lyin' on my name

when you know the truth

Connected with no plug

like the bluetooth

All white truck but the seats

in the soo woo

Bitch n###a take him

for his chain

he like nooo noooo

Granny seen my cup

had to lie said it's prune juice

I throw the deuce sign

when I blew it through

7 mile dog in the car

with no roof roof

My hunnids turned blue

it got jumped into Snoop crew

He ain't got no motion

make a thousand every blue moon

More money more power more sex

Asked that bitch

Where the throat at

at the door step

Get yo own n###a

don't take handouts from no man

Get the load hit the road

with it show yo gold neck

Coppin blow put yo toes

on it make some more grams

Left the porch 12 years old

richer than some grown men

Press the gas pressure on

we can't give 'em no chance

N###a lied in all his songs

he ain't ever road ran

Get the chicken make it grow

I need some more egg

Fuck the lights out

I don't want 'em broke

flip the hoe bread

The load just dropped

n###a code red

Damn Veeze you really slimed

that n###a Sure did

I make that bitch hold the blicky

before we hold hands

I make that bitch get up wit

you make you blow a ten

Hit the WalMart

and swipe giffys my first gig

If she ain't down to stuff the bag

that's the wrong bitch

Ugh Gang Gang Ganger

The way I lean

break the laws of physics

He like Chris Rock dad

when it come to the spending

Never did crime

break the law in his lyrics

I'm high off yellow pills

like I'm flying on spirit

I ain't just rapping n###a

I'm speaking from experience

Bust the wrapper you gon see

the white like Brittney Spears

Facetimed bro on the leer

geeked seal ripping

Gallery don't make me

make appointments you a lil' n###a

Take seventy fives

still put chills in me

Give my bitch a thousand at a time

just for dealing with me

Take a thousand beans

to these hillbillies

How the fuck I build a friendship

with pill sniffers

It be the fakest n###as

claimin' they the real n###as

I need the quickest way

to get up to a meal ticket

I'm telling bro 'nem chill

they just want to kill n###as

These n###as think I'm famous

I don't even feel different

Gang getting richer

raising to a miller

Getting richer miller yeah

Getting richer racing to a miller

Keeping distance

dodging penitentiary

Just to get what I got

he'll turn killer

You better keep some money

coming just like your opinion

Keep yo head up

it get realer and realer

So much dirt I forget

to repent for forgiveness

I'm glad I'm out the game

'cause the snitches living

I put her on a wave

like I live in a river

Getting paid for all the shit

I been through

Pouring champagne on the ground

telling bro I miss him

He lost his mind

I don't know that n###a

I done stressed over a lot

never over bitches

Tell the opps stay inside

they get no privilege

I'ma need a purple cane

when I'm old sipping

Young n###a got more game

then a old n###a

Stop smoking still dropping

dirty dope mixes

Publisher
Artist 101 Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Pub America Inc, Annuity Songs
Copyright owner
Shakir N Robinson, Karon Malcolm Vantrees