Pull up on me, girl, roll the cookie up
Before the second joint already gave the pussy up
Him for a minute, baby, you should look me up
Club promoters in your city, gon' book me up
On my grind and I won't ease up
Under palm trees, you can palm these nuts
With a bad bitch, rollin' bomb weed up
Attitude like you gon' need us
Gratitude, thank the Lord, we up
Product of that free lunch, went on and stuffed product in our jean cuts
We like mobsters when we meet up
Some stuffed shells, break a lil' bread
Scene cut
My muddy got the lean cup
He po' three lines
I'm smokin' J's, I'll be fine
Make another play on my free time
Bus three times, hit you with the peace sign
Bus three times, hit you with the peace sign
And I ain't gotta call you for weeks
Pull up in a G-Ride from the East side
Had that bitch all in my sheets
Bus three times, hit you with the peace sign
And I ain't gotta call you for weeks
Pull up in a G-Ride from the East side
Had that bitch all in my sheets
Gettin' it, gettin' it
Go and tell them niggas who you really miss
Why we always argue over silly shit
Why I f*cked other bitches? I was really lit
You really did me wrong
Now you really gone And I'm really it
And baby girl I'm cool on catchin' you, no bad vibes
Done playin' games, you actin' like it's halftime
Hall of fame, check the stat line, bang on em
Shoulda seen the way they changed on me so I changed on em
Honestly I can't call it
Honestly I can't call it
I just throw the shades on em
Laughin' to the bank on em
Gotta keep it 100
The ones with the big face on em
Eh Eh
Bus three times, hit you with the peace sign
And I ain't gotta call you for weeks
Pull up in a G-Ride from the East side
Had that bitch all in my sheets
Bus three times, hit you with the peace sign
And I ain't gotta call you for weeks
Pull up in a G-Ride from the East side
Had that bitch all in my sheets
Young Gatez - Peace Sign Lyrics
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Pull up on me, girl, roll the cookie up
Before the second joint already gave the pussy up
Him for a minute, baby, you should look me up
Club promoters in your city, gon' book me up
On my grind and I won't ease up
Under palm trees, you can palm these nuts
With a bad bitch, rollin' bomb weed up
Attitude like you gon' need us
Gratitude, thank the Lord, we up
Product of that free lunch, went on and stuffed product in our jean cuts
We like mobsters when we meet up
Some stuffed shells, break a lil' bread
Scene cut
My muddy got the lean cup
He po' three lines
I'm smokin' J's, I'll be fine
Make another play on my free time
Bus three times, hit you with the peace sign
Bus three times, hit you with the peace sign
And I ain't gotta call you for weeks
Pull up in a G-Ride from the East side
Had that bitch all in my sheets
Bus three times, hit you with the peace sign
And I ain't gotta call you for weeks
Pull up in a G-Ride from the East side
Had that bitch all in my sheets
Gettin' it, gettin' it
Go and tell them niggas who you really miss
Why we always argue over silly shit
Why I f*cked other bitches? I was really lit
You really did me wrong
Now you really gone And I'm really it
And baby girl I'm cool on catchin' you, no bad vibes
Done playin' games, you actin' like it's halftime
Hall of fame, check the stat line, bang on em
Shoulda seen the way they changed on me so I changed on em
Honestly I can't call it
Honestly I can't call it
I just throw the shades on em
Laughin' to the bank on em
Gotta keep it 100
The ones with the big face on em
Eh Eh
Bus three times, hit you with the peace sign
And I ain't gotta call you for weeks
Pull up in a G-Ride from the East side
Had that bitch all in my sheets
Bus three times, hit you with the peace sign
And I ain't gotta call you for weeks
Pull up in a G-Ride from the East side
Had that bitch all in my sheets
Before the second joint already gave the pussy up
Him for a minute, baby, you should look me up
Club promoters in your city, gon' book me up
On my grind and I won't ease up
Under palm trees, you can palm these nuts
With a bad bitch, rollin' bomb weed up
Attitude like you gon' need us
Gratitude, thank the Lord, we up
Product of that free lunch, went on and stuffed product in our jean cuts
We like mobsters when we meet up
Some stuffed shells, break a lil' bread
Scene cut
My muddy got the lean cup
He po' three lines
I'm smokin' J's, I'll be fine
Make another play on my free time
Bus three times, hit you with the peace sign
Bus three times, hit you with the peace sign
And I ain't gotta call you for weeks
Pull up in a G-Ride from the East side
Had that bitch all in my sheets
Bus three times, hit you with the peace sign
And I ain't gotta call you for weeks
Pull up in a G-Ride from the East side
Had that bitch all in my sheets
Gettin' it, gettin' it
Go and tell them niggas who you really miss
Why we always argue over silly shit
Why I f*cked other bitches? I was really lit
You really did me wrong
Now you really gone And I'm really it
And baby girl I'm cool on catchin' you, no bad vibes
Done playin' games, you actin' like it's halftime
Hall of fame, check the stat line, bang on em
Shoulda seen the way they changed on me so I changed on em
Honestly I can't call it
Honestly I can't call it
I just throw the shades on em
Laughin' to the bank on em
Gotta keep it 100
The ones with the big face on em
Eh Eh
Bus three times, hit you with the peace sign
And I ain't gotta call you for weeks
Pull up in a G-Ride from the East side
Had that bitch all in my sheets
Bus three times, hit you with the peace sign
And I ain't gotta call you for weeks
Pull up in a G-Ride from the East side
Had that bitch all in my sheets
Writer: Anthony Jones
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