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adam ranger - dizzy lyrics

[hook]
(tkay)
ran a lot of racks up, back up, dizzy
got the thugs and the crooks doin’ dirty in the city
i ain’t playin’ wit the kitty she just want another fiddy
we was feelin’ down sh-tty so i got her real litty
racin’ to the jeweler, got my wrist all chilly
i said f-ck a wedding ring and got her neck all pretty
i ain’t f-ckin’ wit the jokers, got my shooters wit the smokers
we ain’t ever mediocre, workin’ ‘til i get a milly like roof!

[verse 1]
i ain’t tippin’ nothin’ til she let me grab a t-tty
i forgot who i was f-ckin’ was it lily? was it billie?
was it nicki? i don’t know, but i’m feelin’ kinda guilty
f-cked her sister and her mother, but i just can’t admit it
once she out the shower imma play her all my snippets
roll and p-ss a joint and now the henny, she won’t give it
now she gettin’ frisky, i said f-ck it, i can dig it
great minds think alike, i wanna hit it when she lick it
had to tell her off, now i’m flyin outta paris
got a cute foreign babe and i met her out in venice
bought her lingerie and some diamonds, put her in it
now i’m diggin’ in the crates like a dj, spinnin’
met my homies next mornin’, and i told ‘em all about it
now we speedin’ to the bank and doin’ donuts all around it
now we break in through the front and caught the workers dumbfounded
go and open up the vault, we stole too much but i’ll allow it like argh

[hook]
ran a lot of racks up, back up, dizzy
got the thugs and the crooks doin’ dirty in the city
i ain’t playin’ wit the kitty she just want another fiddy
we was feelin’ down sh-tty so i got her real litty
racin’ to the jeweler, got my wrist all chilly
i said f-ck a wedding ring and got her neck all pretty
i ain’t f-ckin’ wit the jokers, got my shooters wit the smokers
we ain’t ever mediocre, workin’ ‘til i get a milly like roof!

[verse 2]
shots out the door, aim it straight for the brain
and it’s spillin’ on the floor, steady flowin’ like rain
12 is on us, heavy hitters, sw-ng doors like a crane
bang bang out the back, speedin’ swervin’ switchin’ lanes
next day, new b-tch doin’ blow off my d-ck
man, this is f-ckin’ weird, this that crackhead sh-t
d-mn, how the f-ck that hoe hide so many rocks?
i told her keep quiet, keep your -ss tight locked
ran up the racks real fast, stay winning, man
shawty getting tired but it’s only the beginning, man
i really like the way that my rollie keep spinning
she be grinning now we swimming in the money we livin’
flyin’ back to cali, still feel a little dazed
but my homies all around me smokin’ good all day
my vision gettin’ dizzy, told my girl i’m really busy
man, this is f-ckin’ silly, pour the lean up extra fizz-ay!

[outro]
racin’ to the jeweler, got my wrist all chilly
i said f-ck a wedding ring and got her neck all pretty
i ain’t f-ckin’ wit the jokers, got my shooters wit the smokers
we ain’t ever mediocre, workin’ ‘til i get a milly like roof!

- adam ranger lyrics

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