Trenches Peewee Longway (Ft. Bricc Baby & Young Dolph)
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[Verse 1: Peewee Longway]
Them trentches, them trentches, them trentches
[?]
[?] bands on designer [?] cook up in the kitchen
Them trentches, hundred thou feel like a milly
I Kid Cudi ghost in the Bentley
The bricks come on boats, I rapped up [?] they pouring up muddy
Don't show you no love, don't come through here slippin
They bustin them slugs, them young niggas grippin
They hood rich [?]
They getting the dope, and they water whip spinnin
They talk about the deal, I'm still dealing
I copped pills, stack racks to the ceeling
Versace, Versace, [?]
[?]
[?]3 quarter drop [?]
Here bout no [?] get ya
I started with scraps with them OG's in the trentches
[?]
Stood in the trap with the strap and the henny
Country boy come in, I serve in the kitchen
I water whip, and I'm water whippin
It's Longway!
[Chorus: Peewee Longway]
Started in them motherfuckin trentches
I learned how to cook it, water whippin in the trentches
Made my first hundred thousand, and it felt just like a million
Working naborhood houses, turn them bitches to the trentches
Them trentches, them trentches
Them trentches, them trentches
Them trentches, them trentches
Them trentches, them trentches, them trentches
[?]
[?] bands on designer [?] cook up in the kitchen
Them trentches, hundred thou feel like a milly
I Kid Cudi ghost in the Bentley
The bricks come on boats, I rapped up [?] they pouring up muddy
Don't show you no love, don't come through here slippin
They bustin them slugs, them young niggas grippin
They hood rich [?]
They getting the dope, and they water whip spinnin
They talk about the deal, I'm still dealing
I copped pills, stack racks to the ceeling
Versace, Versace, [?]
[?]
[?]3 quarter drop [?]
Here bout no [?] get ya
I started with scraps with them OG's in the trentches
[?]
Stood in the trap with the strap and the henny
Country boy come in, I serve in the kitchen
I water whip, and I'm water whippin
It's Longway!
[Chorus: Peewee Longway]
Started in them motherfuckin trentches
I learned how to cook it, water whippin in the trentches
Made my first hundred thousand, and it felt just like a million
Working naborhood houses, turn them bitches to the trentches
Them trentches, them trentches
Them trentches, them trentches
Them trentches, them trentches
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