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DJ 23 - Peach Pass Lyrics



DJ 23 - Peach Pass Lyrics
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(23 on the damn beat)
(Hawky!)
Stack my chips like Pringles
Fingers itch, I feel the tingle
All these hoes wanna do is mingle
Sorry lil baby, I'm not single
Yea I'm put up for the winter, hibernating with the grizzly bears, ballin' like Ja
Niggas be seeing I'm winning asking for money, tell em' to go get a job (Go get a job)
Better go get a job (Job)
Better go chase that cash (That cash)
Don't gotta be in the streets (In the streets)
To make your pockets fat (Pockets fat)
Run round the city doing laps
Fast lane, no Peach Pass (Pass)
Incredible, call me Dash (Me Dash)
The way I be pressin' the gas (The gas)
Too turnt, it's a birthday bash
Rocking out parties is what I love (What I love)
Hitting my dance like MC Hammer, this move can't be touched (Can't be touched)
Number one draft pick NBA, my city know I won't bust (Won't bust)
Built for this, I ain't a scrub (Scrub)
Make my girl wet like the tub (Like the tub)
Yea I changed fiction to facts (Facts)
My vision only on racks (On racks)
Me and my niggas go way back like a receding hairline, no cap
In the yearbook, everyone said I would make it
Most likely to be the greatest
Now I march with a 100 steppers, most imitated can't duplicate it (Duplicate it)
Just wanna apologize in advance
If I'm crying and you don't know why, you just don't understand
Sometimes I suffer from pain cause that bankroll cramp my hands
My doctor diagnosed me, he said 23 got them bands
Stack my chips like Pringles
Fingers itch, I feel the tingle
All these hoes wanna do is mingle
Sorry lil baby, I'm not single
Yea I'm put up for the winter, hibernating with the grizzly bears, ballin' like Ja
Niggas be seeing I'm winning asking for money, tell em' to go get a job (Go get a job)
Better go get a job (Job)
Better go chase that cash (That cash)
Don't gotta be in the streets (In the streets)
To make your pockets fat (Pockets fat)
Run round the city doing laps
Fast lane, no Peach Pass (Pass)
Incredible, call me Dash (Me Dash)
The way I be pressin' the gas (The gas)
Broke the cycle (Cycle)
Made it out the hood (The hood)
Saw a difference when I cut off the bitches that ain't mean me no good
Now I'm living the life I should (I should)
Out on St. George island
Me and my new bae, we too private (Too private)
She ride the jet ski, shawty is wildin' (Wildin')
Finna go hit up the car plug and cop me a SRT
So much energy don't need no Starbucks, I'm smoking on Lemon Tree
Sippin' on Hennessy, need me a double cup
What the f*ck I look like drinking coffee
Can't go out sad, be put in a coffin
Niggas be crashing out way too often
That's why I'm the captain of the team (Team)
Help my brothers get the green (The green)
Real Rattlers bleed orange, imma real legend like William P. (P)
Everybody know I get physical (Physical)
Kicking this shit to a T
Young nigga bringing in all these residuals, already know I'm getting that cheese (That cheese)
Stack my chips like Pringles
Fingers itch, I feel the tingle
All these hoes wanna do is mingle
Sorry lil baby, I'm not single
Yea I'm put up for the winter, hibernating with the grizzly bears, ballin' like Ja
Niggas be seeing I'm winning asking for money, tell em' to go get a job (Go get a job)
Better go get a job (Job)
Better go chase that cash (That cash)
Don't gotta be in the streets (In the streets)
To make your pockets fat (Pockets fat)
Run round the city doing laps
Fast lane, no Peach Pass (Pass)
Incredible, call me Dash (Me Dash)
The way I be pressin' the gas (The gas)
(Run round the city doing laps)
(Fast lane, no Peach Pass)
(Incredible, call me Dash)
(The way I be pressin' the gas)
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(23 on the damn beat)
(Hawky!)
Stack my chips like Pringles
Fingers itch, I feel the tingle
All these hoes wanna do is mingle
Sorry lil baby, I'm not single
Yea I'm put up for the winter, hibernating with the grizzly bears, ballin' like Ja
Niggas be seeing I'm winning asking for money, tell em' to go get a job (Go get a job)
Better go get a job (Job)
Better go chase that cash (That cash)
Don't gotta be in the streets (In the streets)
To make your pockets fat (Pockets fat)
Run round the city doing laps
Fast lane, no Peach Pass (Pass)
Incredible, call me Dash (Me Dash)
The way I be pressin' the gas (The gas)
Too turnt, it's a birthday bash
Rocking out parties is what I love (What I love)
Hitting my dance like MC Hammer, this move can't be touched (Can't be touched)
Number one draft pick NBA, my city know I won't bust (Won't bust)
Built for this, I ain't a scrub (Scrub)
Make my girl wet like the tub (Like the tub)
Yea I changed fiction to facts (Facts)
My vision only on racks (On racks)
Me and my niggas go way back like a receding hairline, no cap
In the yearbook, everyone said I would make it
Most likely to be the greatest
Now I march with a 100 steppers, most imitated can't duplicate it (Duplicate it)
Just wanna apologize in advance
If I'm crying and you don't know why, you just don't understand
Sometimes I suffer from pain cause that bankroll cramp my hands
My doctor diagnosed me, he said 23 got them bands
Stack my chips like Pringles
Fingers itch, I feel the tingle
All these hoes wanna do is mingle
Sorry lil baby, I'm not single
Yea I'm put up for the winter, hibernating with the grizzly bears, ballin' like Ja
Niggas be seeing I'm winning asking for money, tell em' to go get a job (Go get a job)
Better go get a job (Job)
Better go chase that cash (That cash)
Don't gotta be in the streets (In the streets)
To make your pockets fat (Pockets fat)
Run round the city doing laps
Fast lane, no Peach Pass (Pass)
Incredible, call me Dash (Me Dash)
The way I be pressin' the gas (The gas)
Broke the cycle (Cycle)
Made it out the hood (The hood)
Saw a difference when I cut off the bitches that ain't mean me no good
Now I'm living the life I should (I should)
Out on St. George island
Me and my new bae, we too private (Too private)
She ride the jet ski, shawty is wildin' (Wildin')
Finna go hit up the car plug and cop me a SRT
So much energy don't need no Starbucks, I'm smoking on Lemon Tree
Sippin' on Hennessy, need me a double cup
What the f*ck I look like drinking coffee
Can't go out sad, be put in a coffin
Niggas be crashing out way too often
That's why I'm the captain of the team (Team)
Help my brothers get the green (The green)
Real Rattlers bleed orange, imma real legend like William P. (P)
Everybody know I get physical (Physical)
Kicking this shit to a T
Young nigga bringing in all these residuals, already know I'm getting that cheese (That cheese)
Stack my chips like Pringles
Fingers itch, I feel the tingle
All these hoes wanna do is mingle
Sorry lil baby, I'm not single
Yea I'm put up for the winter, hibernating with the grizzly bears, ballin' like Ja
Niggas be seeing I'm winning asking for money, tell em' to go get a job (Go get a job)
Better go get a job (Job)
Better go chase that cash (That cash)
Don't gotta be in the streets (In the streets)
To make your pockets fat (Pockets fat)
Run round the city doing laps
Fast lane, no Peach Pass (Pass)
Incredible, call me Dash (Me Dash)
The way I be pressin' the gas (The gas)
(Run round the city doing laps)
(Fast lane, no Peach Pass)
(Incredible, call me Dash)
(The way I be pressin' the gas)
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Writer: Ralph Russell
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Performed By: DJ 23
Language: English
Length: 3:07
Written by: Ralph Russell

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