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2bz – visa lyrics

(intro)

wooooooooooooooahh

this sh+t got me dancing and sh+t

i don’t even dance

(verse 1)
my young n+ggas widlin
my 30s is thirsty you better move cautious
my diamonds they hd, no rap deal cause its f+ck you pay me
pint of lean got me lazy
i cannot f+ck you baby, my drip too amazing
all these hoes be chasing
(who?) , (me)
cause i got that young rich n+gga energy
if i leave a b+tch bet she remember me, i be toating sticks cause they envy me
pullup empty sh+t on my enemies, i really run it up this not make believe
b+tch gimmie face, no maybelline
i stretch a n+gga like a limosuine
(woah)
this that young n+gga wildin flow, you can cut the lights bet my diamonds glow
f+ck her once, then she gotta go
if i catch a opp then i gotta blow
hit em up we gon tag his toe, they know bundles down to roll
(hook)
bust down ap
call up haimov take it out the freezer
i drip in thome browne, it got 4 stripes this is not adidas
40 cook em up like fajitas, flatline em, then toss the nina
bullets melt him like pizza, i run up the racks off visa (x2)

(verse 2)
i ride around i be gettin it, hit a l!ck and i’m spending it
i be focused on dividends, my young 30s really with the sh+ts
catch a opp we gon split his sh+t, young icy we dont give a f+ck
gotta keep a fn tucked cause i know the oppers want me gone
ima demon i flex for no reason, the weapon i toate its keeping me breathing
cause a hating n+gga always watch how you eating
she gon suck it up, and she gon swallow my semon
i been going dum since i became a free man
imma run this money up till it reach the ceiling
i ain’t never really care bout a n+gga feelings, only really care bout my n+ggas winning
(feddy)
wash off the glass, paid twenty+six for a bag (louboutin)
i failed class but i’m more rich than your dad
pull up in a range, then i pull off in a jag
she deep throat it like a champ she don’t even gag

(hook)
bust down ap
call up haimov take it out the freezer
i drip in thome browne, it got 4 stripes this is not adidas
40 cook em up like fajitas, flatline em, then toss the nina
bullets melt him like pizza, i run up the racks off visa (x2)

- 2bz lyrics

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