Testo All Black Trucks - Peezy
Testo della canzone All Black Trucks (Peezy), tratta dall'album Small Town Ghetto
A lot of y'all niggas not from the Eastside
Let's put it like that
A lot of y'all niggas was born
Y'all niggas from the suburbs
Just shut the fuck up and listen
So you can get this money
With your broke funny lookin' ass, bitch
Dogshit Records
Yeah, that's who you need to sign to
Dogshit Records
You can tell it's me
All black trucks, bitch, you can tell it's me
I'm crawlin' through the street, Forgis on the SUV
Bulletproof everything, no wastin' time, bitch
You know what I'm becomin', you know what's goin' on
Don't know what he sayin', ain't talkin' on no phone
Thousand-dollar cologne
I'm smellin' like a brick, I'm walkin' like a- Ghetto
Yeah
All black trucks leavin' from the venue, you can tell it's me
Matte black everything, bulletproof the SUV
The shit we doin' in real life you only seein' on TV
Come sign to Dogshit Records, make a hundred in your sleep
Black trucks leavin' from the venue, you can tell it's me
Matte black everything, bulletproof the SUV
The shit we doin' in real life you only seein' on TV
Come sign to Dogshit Records, make a hundred in your sleep
Rubber bands on the dog, shit, I like my money neat
Black chrome heart glasses, clear tint so I can see
Black Forgis on a black Rover crawlin' through the street
It's black suits and black dresses, ever cross me, you a seat
I done seen it all, I done it all, you can't be talkin' shit to me
You ever packed it up and stayed in small towns for some weeks?
A bag of chips and some noodles the only thing you can eat
Just campin' out at a junkie house chasin' after cheese
I can speak this shit fluently, you know this shit is me
50 P's in a mil', you know we sold 'em in a week
I ain't gotta touch the soft no more, I'm rappin' on these beats
Shit don't even make sense no more, a brick so fuck the teeth
Fuck her doggy style like an animal, bitch, I'm a beast
Make her suck all on this dick and bitch, I better not feel no teeth
I done fucked on rap bitches on the West and on the East
I'm just a dirty-ass nigga, you know me
You know me, but I'm a classy ass nigga dressin' like I 'posed to be
Don't give a fuck who you name, they can't put it on like we
These hood niggas get dressed, who you think they come to see?
I told the bitch to tat my name if you really love me, yeah
What you 'bout to say, Smerf? You talkin' that
Bitch P back on that old shit, nigga, feel me?
That shit sound crazy, we love it
I swear to God
Yeah yeah yeah, I want some shit like that for real
Bitch
Yeah
All black trucks leavin' from the venue, you can tell it's me
Matte black everything, bulletproof the SUV
The shit we doin' in real life you only seein' on TV
Come sign to Dogshit Records, make a hundred in your sleep
Black trucks leavin' from the venue, you can tell it's me
Matte black everything, bulletproof the SUV
The shit we doin' in real life you only seein' on TV
Come sign to Dogshit Records, make a hundred in your sleep
Let me do the adlibs on that last one, that bitch was jumpin'
(You recordin', Smerf?)
You need a bulletproof truck on the Eastside
That make sense to you? Peezy got one, why you ain't got yours?
You ain't ghetto enough for a bulletproof truck, bitch
You ain't got it, you ain't got it
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Writer(s): Phillip Glen Earl Peaks, Kareem Johnson
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