lirik lagu old days - webbo
[chorus: peezy]
i keep a bankroll, like the old days
still selling dope, like it’s the old days
presidential roley, like the old days
still riding benzes, like the old days
i got twenty bands tied up the long way
and i don’t give a f~ck ’bout what a ho think
i’m still selling blocks, like it’s the old days
r.i.p. my n~gga [?] i miss the old days
[verse 1: webbo]
stilling dope, like it’s 88
used to whip the dope and cut it up with a raiser blade
[?] used to front me all the work, i used to get it gone
selling nickle rocks, three for ten at the corner store
spot ain’t havе no heat, but we kept thеm heaters
used to trap off nextle chirps, and a couple beepers
trapping right down the street from the precinct
i took the pros to my jewler, now my piece [?]
way before the 41’s, it was the 36
[?] dope man roley, off of selling bricks
rest in peace my n~gga [?], man, we all sick
ain’t never gon’ stop running, til we all rich
b~tch
[chorus: peezy]
i keep a bankroll, like the old days
still selling dope, like it’s the old days
presidential roley, like the old days
still riding benzes, like the old days
i got twenty bands tied up the long way
and i don’t give a f~ck ’bout what a ho think
i’m still selling blocks, like it’s the old days
r.i.p. my n~gga [?] i miss the old days
[verse 2: peezy]
presidential roley, ride the foreign like it’s stolen
drop an ounce of girl, whip the yay up til it’s swolen
put a half a cut on every gram, if it’s potent
when it come to rapping ’bout the trap, know i’m the spokesman
oxycodone 80’s, had us riding in mercedes
take two and a quarter, bring back four and a baby
old pan of fourties, 30 milligram rocks
used to get it in ohio, r.i.p. my n~gga [?]
raiser blade chopping, gucci store shopping
buying all the scripts, ’cause i done found my own doctor
cameras round the spot, we protected by them choppers
drinking baby bottles, they mistake me for a toddler
i come from an era where it’s 30 off a hundred
work ain’t satisfied, and everybody getting money
heard the vans riding, shooters signel when they coming
i got fiends in my family, ell crack to my uncle
n~gga
[chorus: peezy]
i keep a bankroll, like the old days
still selling dope, like it’s the old days
presidential roley, like the old days
still riding benzes, like the old days
i got twenty bands tied up the long way
and i don’t give a f~ck ’bout what a ho think
i’m still selling blocks, like it’s the old days
r.i.p. my n~gga [?] i miss the old days
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