Veeze - Luv the Tour lyrics
Veeze [Karon Malcolm Vantrees] Detroit, Michigan, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Veeze - Luv the Tour lyrics]
Surf Gang, Bitch
Yeah!Yeah, okay
If she tell me no once
I'ma just go to the next one
Gang
If she tell me no once, I'ma just go to the next one
I ain't press none, bitch, we bully bullies, press buttons
Ain't been pressed once, we put niggas in the best blunts
Might as well help these niggas get they deal
I need a check or somethin'
What you know 'bout Ganger 'round the globe?
Yeah, I'm stamped up
I already got my stripes, I was trickin' past 'em
There's a box on every blick, bitch sound like a Lamb' truck
Why I'm toxic to all these hoes?
Maybe it's for my Fanta
Maybe it's cause my bread big
Bitches pulled down they panties
Maybe it's not the Percocet
Maybe I feel like scratchin'
How did you let these guys
Run with the swag, where your antennas?
Sometimes feel like V
I got my name just off the seven
That bitch is too, she chanceless
She wanna fuck a rockstar
I'm Marilyn Manson
I still be duckin' these cop cars
Gettin' these bags in
Get out the way when them guns drawn
Collateral damage
My young nigga ain't climbin' no roof, but he got a ladder
I got a twin, and ball for the six, but ain't the raptors
I put on my clothes and send her a pic, five attachments
This a brick, white boy, uncut, Adam Sandler
Broke, broke, broke nigga
I'm in France
Broke nigga, excuse my French
Yeah, I gotta keep my baby bottle
Like tutu, like I'm franchise
Boutta use me a lil' magnifyin' glass
Keep attracting these parasites
I woke up, she was givin' me head
That neck just like an alarm clock
Oh, you want that smoke, huh?
I take nigga to Jam Rock
She up first like Dub E
Might just bust out beat box
Lil' bruh 'nem go head first
When they spin, it's like they break dancin'
My lil' bitch so sexy, brown and crispy
Call her peach cobbler
Catch me down in Boston
With my teacup, but it's lean party
What's up with these lames?
Who wiped they nose?
And they don't even be slimy
I been wondering what God was thinkin'
When he designed me
I'ma throw the Rick O in the crowd
This shit so cheap to me
She tell me no once, I'ma pull up to the next one
I ain't pressin' none, bully breaker, girl, we press buttons
Ain't been pressed once, we put niggas in the best blunts
Niggas stole my swag and they got deals
I need a check or some'
She a bad bitch, but she crazy, pretty devil
I got savages, protect me like Mona Lisa
Ay, Alexa, play Trillville "Get On My Level"
We play dirty games, they'll have
To find your ass with a shovel
No cap
Yeah!Yeah, okay
If she tell me no once
I'ma just go to the next one
Gang
If she tell me no once, I'ma just go to the next one
I ain't press none, bitch, we bully bullies, press buttons
Ain't been pressed once, we put niggas in the best blunts
Might as well help these niggas get they deal
I need a check or somethin'
What you know 'bout Ganger 'round the globe?
Yeah, I'm stamped up
I already got my stripes, I was trickin' past 'em
There's a box on every blick, bitch sound like a Lamb' truck
Why I'm toxic to all these hoes?
Maybe it's for my Fanta
Maybe it's cause my bread big
Bitches pulled down they panties
Maybe it's not the Percocet
Maybe I feel like scratchin'
How did you let these guys
Run with the swag, where your antennas?
Sometimes feel like V
I got my name just off the seven
That bitch is too, she chanceless
She wanna fuck a rockstar
I'm Marilyn Manson
I still be duckin' these cop cars
Gettin' these bags in
Get out the way when them guns drawn
Collateral damage
My young nigga ain't climbin' no roof, but he got a ladder
I got a twin, and ball for the six, but ain't the raptors
I put on my clothes and send her a pic, five attachments
This a brick, white boy, uncut, Adam Sandler
Broke, broke, broke nigga
I'm in France
Broke nigga, excuse my French
Yeah, I gotta keep my baby bottle
Like tutu, like I'm franchise
Boutta use me a lil' magnifyin' glass
Keep attracting these parasites
I woke up, she was givin' me head
That neck just like an alarm clock
Oh, you want that smoke, huh?
I take nigga to Jam Rock
She up first like Dub E
Might just bust out beat box
Lil' bruh 'nem go head first
When they spin, it's like they break dancin'
My lil' bitch so sexy, brown and crispy
Call her peach cobbler
Catch me down in Boston
With my teacup, but it's lean party
What's up with these lames?
Who wiped they nose?
And they don't even be slimy
I been wondering what God was thinkin'
When he designed me
I'ma throw the Rick O in the crowd
This shit so cheap to me
She tell me no once, I'ma pull up to the next one
I ain't pressin' none, bully breaker, girl, we press buttons
Ain't been pressed once, we put niggas in the best blunts
Niggas stole my swag and they got deals
I need a check or some'
She a bad bitch, but she crazy, pretty devil
I got savages, protect me like Mona Lisa
Ay, Alexa, play Trillville "Get On My Level"
We play dirty games, they'll have
To find your ass with a shovel
No cap