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azizi gibson - booshie champagne lyrics

[intro: jay-z]
they never really miss you till you dead or you gone, so on that note i’m leaving after this song

[verse 1: azizi gibson]
now i know the whole world get high
but we ain’t ever ever ever ever been this high
now what you mean?
motherf-cker i am so fried
if i was to trip off some steps i’d just glide
well excuse me for my french ho
on my way (?) to lifting, not the bench bro
putting work on the streets in a trench coat
i’m trying to go but n-ggas ain’t putting no stamps up on my p-ssport
sipping on liquor i’m pouring
got me tripping off women and trying to get in them
she heard my music and now that she on it
my n-gga
we never get sleep been planning for weeks
been cooking sh-t up to put on the streets
but n-ggas is haters, and how can this be?
sh-t, but holla if you feel me, if not, then f-ck off
you probably do your own rapping
thinking you’re hot dogg
over here it’s chiller, all my n-ggas realer
and we educated k!llers, f-cking women in a villa
i’m a prince george n-gga
take your nickel and your soul
i don’t need sh-t n-gga, mother-fricka
i got beats from all of my cool -ss n-ggas
i ain’t trying to solve no problems
cause my name is not jigsaw
but jigs up for all of you
demon kids in karmaloo(?)
i’m about to take a p–p and we hired you to scoop
uhh, now you know these n-ggas playing proof
the only thing i want to know is who the ph-ck are you?

[chorus]
i be sounding like a g on it
that’s just how i feel when i got weed in my luuungs
don’t be tough for me homie
before i have some n-ggas at your crib with a guuun
f-cker i’m z homie
that pretty eyed n-gga who just say what he waaant
prehistoric is the team homie
and ima yell that sh-t out till the day that i’m gooone
so don’t you f-ck with me homie
uhh yeah
now don’t you f-ck with me homie
(yeah let me finish , n-gga)

[verse: 2]
and i only rep my crew ho
b-tch, who is you though?
we dem n-ggas you ain’t show respect to
but it’s cool tho, cause i don’t give a fiz-uck
cause i still make my bis-ucks
whats the point to fuss cause i’m still gon get my d-ck sucked
tell me why i should care
and since you can’t i’m out of here
i’m trying to move my cloud here
that’s good music and ounces
i love hearing my bounces, cause these n-ggas ain’t bout sh-t, except d-ck
and honestly these n-ggas all in my girls diiick
well excuse me for my reference
when i think about it, i’ll admit it that sh-t sounded sketchyyy
my n-gga where the f-ck is your sense of humor
oh, my bad, i forgot you was a loser

[outro: random]
hey what up z? people have been asking me
do you think this rapper is better than z?
do you think that rapper is better than z?
and i’m just like, “who the ph-ck are you”?
it’s ph b-tch! and for all you haters you can suck my motherf-cking d-ck!
yeah i said it, suck my motherf-cking d-ck b-tch!

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