Peej Capeesh - Northside Shorty (feat. Richey Routine & Devy Stonez)

I was in the crib all bummy
Had a northside shorty I was all in her tummy
Yeah
I be getting lit going dummy
Getting cash for this shits that you can't get from me
Ain't shit sweet ain't funny
Had to do it on my own can't let shit run me
Had to make it flip make it tumble
Ain't no fumbling the bag gotta keep that one me

I got a million dollar shawty
A gold chain on me
I ain't have no money but she still wanted to fuck me
I ain't can't even lie
I got a line up on my line
I ain't even wanna fuck the bitch but she was fine
A lot up on my mind
It's my time imma grind
Yeah I know I gotta get it
Forget it I'm getting mine
You all up in business
Bitch you better go forget
All the shit I put you on
Get the fuck up out my crib

I was in the crib all bummy
Had a northside shorty I was all in her tummy
Yeah
I be getting lit going dummy
Getting cash for this shits that you can't get from me
Ain't shit sweet ain't funny
Had to do it on my own can't let shit run me
Had to make it flip make it tumble
Ain't no fumbling the bag gotta keep that one me

Look
I was with a southside shorty
Saying that I hate when you ignore me
But you know I hate to text that shit boring
Make a move I got a flight up in the morning, yeah
Take her out to eat let's go to Moxie's
Double back to Austin off the molly
Slim thick
Baby got a body
IG famous cause she look like Kylie

I was in the crib all bummy
Had a northside shorty I was all in her tummy
Yeah
I be getting lit going dummy
Getting cash for this shits that you can't get from me
Ain't shit sweet ain't funny
Had to do it on my own can't let shit run me
Had to make it flip make it tumble
Ain't no fumbling the bag gotta keep that one me

Gotta keep that on me
I ain't telling game less you one of my homies
Peep Peej out and what he showing
I be smoking coney's
I ain't sipping on no codeine
This a suite life Zach and Cody
I be poolside bumping throwback oldies
Back to the crib with a shorty
Northside bae got an attitude naughty

I was in the crib all bummy
Had a northside shorty I was all in her tummy
Yeah
I be getting lit going dummy
Getting cash for this shits that you can't get from me
Ain't shit sweet ain't funny
Had to do it on my own can't let shit run me
Had to make it flip make it tumble
Ain't no fumbling the bag gotta keep that one me

Written by:
Andrew Richey, Devy Stonez, Patrick Jackson

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