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Dizzy

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  • [Verse 1:]
    S63, AMG
    Pretty *****es, pay a fee, broke not the thing to be
    A few really play the streets, cats tell them fairy tales
    Brown paper bags full of hundreds, haters pray I fail
    Baby on my phone, she talkin' money, and she ready
    **** I made a hundred thousand already
    Used to blow pelly, used to move truckloads of the reggie
    Now we toast when we close deals over ten milli
    My bags speak for me, I don't talk much
    456 with the bag, get it off uhh
    Coffee colored leather, yeah my smoke's much better
    Tell a broke boy choke, you don't checks no cheddar
    Your ***** wanna ride, chose my letter
    Toast, keep the wetter, Joe Blow, might sweat her
    Ralph Lauren or I rock my own sweater
    Oh you fresh? But you soft as a feather, *****
    [Hook:]
    Bag full of cash, new hundreds so crispy
    Hand count 8 stacks, snowman, got me dizzy
    White light, blue cookie so pissy
    Fishtailin' out the lot, drunk drivin' got me dizzy
    She can suck me off but not kiss me
    I'm the man in my city, pray every bullet miss me
    I'ma make a hundred mil' like 50
    Smokin' kill, on the wheel, yeah these pills got me dizzy
    [Verse 2:]
    Yeah I'm doin' 160
    How the **** I'ma spend all this money 'fore they kill me?
    18 karat gold, I think it compliments my skin
    I'm a shark in the water, come and swim
    Hundred grand on the Benz
    Hundred grand on my hand
    Hit the store, all I buy is rubber bands, I'm the man
    Cop heavy, your plug's not ready
    Porsche Cayenne, gold watch frezzi
    Smoke with the best, I'm Wiz, Spitta Andretti
    Ain't **** you can tell me, yeah these dudes blow reggie
    My whole crew's on power
    One hour, move 300 sour
    [Hook]
  • [Verse 1:]
    S63, AMG
    Pretty *****es, pay a fee, broke not the thing to be
    A few really play the streets, cats tell them fairy tales
    Brown paper bags full of hundreds, haters pray I fail
    Baby on my phone, she talkin' money, and she ready
    **** I made a hundred thousand already
    Used to blow pelly, used to move truckloads of the reggie
    Now we toast when we close deals over ten milli
    My bags speak for me, I don't talk much
    456 with the bag, get it off uhh
    Coffee colored leather, yeah my smoke's much better
    Tell a broke boy choke, you don't checks no cheddar
    Your ***** wanna ride, chose my letter
    Toast, keep the wetter, Joe Blow, might sweat her
    Ralph Lauren or I rock my own sweater
    Oh you fresh? But you soft as a feather, *****
    [Hook:]
    Bag full of cash, new hundreds so crispy
    Hand count 8 stacks, snowman, got me dizzy
    White light, blue cookie so pissy
    Fishtailin' out the lot, drunk drivin' got me dizzy
    She can suck me off but not kiss me
    I'm the man in my city, pray every bullet miss me
    I'ma make a hundred mil' like 50
    Smokin' kill, on the wheel, yeah these pills got me dizzy
    [Verse 2:]
    Yeah I'm doin' 160
    How the **** I'ma spend all this money 'fore they kill me?
    18 karat gold, I think it compliments my skin
    I'm a shark in the water, come and swim
    Hundred grand on the Benz
    Hundred grand on my hand
    Hit the store, all I buy is rubber bands, I'm the man
    Cop heavy, your plug's not ready
    Porsche Cayenne, gold watch frezzi
    Smoke with the best, I'm Wiz, Spitta Andretti
    Ain't **** you can tell me, yeah these dudes blow reggie
    My whole crew's on power
    One hour, move 300 sour
    [Hook]