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azizi gibson - winners circle lyrics

[verse 1: azizi gibson]
now tell me what it do shawty
my n-ggas don’t know no better we came to get naughty
smoke a lil dank, get in a few fights and sip some 40s
you know im a young lord who was raised outa your territory
so give me a chance before you lable me bland
my n-ggas is hood rich, give good d-ck, and she wanna strip
then she gotta let my n-ggas hit
turn it out, burn it out, tell the hoes smoke this
smokin’ on the best dope, potent
reminiscing bout the sh-t i did last year
sh-t was so good why you livin’ in fear
n-gga, reminiscing bout the sh-t i did last year
sh-t was so good got you livin’ in fear
harry potter room i was livin’ under there, n-gga
no bullsh-t, i was under them stairs
waited till flylo said come over here, k!ll it
f-ck these rappers in the game n-gga you vicious
im like “you delirious, i ain’t sh-t but a f-ckin’ n-gga bruh”
he was like “foreal?” i was like “no man
i was just joking just to see what you would say d-mn”
then i disband like the arms on rayman
f-ck you clyde find an n64, swag
god yes, no offense, howda ya been
don’t trip, but sh-t, iv’e been better friend
tryna change the world with my d-ck and my b-lls
eyes f-cked up can’t see through the fog
but i don’t need those got a nose like a dog
ph to the bone, brainfeeder till i’m gone
that’s all

[verse 2: azizi gibson]
one thing, you can’t f-ck wit a n-gga like me
nah, you can’t f-ck wit a n-gga like z
can’t f-ck wit a n-gga like me
can’t f-ck wit a n-gga like azizi c4 gibson
thats my name, tell me that ain’t playin’
oh you like my step, but i ain’t crip
i live a sweet life, let the n-ggas hit the tip
man ya’ll fake blood, what is ya’ll kingsmen
don’t do work unless your paying me business
free my n-ggas i’m all about friendship
free my n-ggas i’m all about friendship! sh-t
don’t forget that i’m dope
don’t tell a cop unless you wanna get smoked
gco flow, we don’t ever get shown
i’ll let the load out just to let a n-gga know
boom clack powers whole chest gone
you don’t understand, well f-ck it yous’ slow
n-gga, boom clack powers whole chest gone
n-gga you don’t understand, well f-ck it yous’ slow
prehistoric n-gga yeah we finna get dough
hopped on the scene, like who the f-ck are you?
if you ain’t finna match then its really f-ck you
with your silly -ss weed and ya ugly b-tch too
inferno heart, got a soul of demon
been fienden’ to sink my t–th into a human
photosynth’ got the east coast bloomin’
do it till your mind and soul is oozin’
i wanna live my life, make these bands
and cop a whip, and take your b-tch
whats wrong with that, thats how we live
we the n-ggas from the pimp, roll a spliff
f-ck the dis n-gga just get rich
and then suck on my diiiiiiiiickkghh

you can’t f-ck wit a n-gga like me me me me me

- azizi gibson lyrics

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