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beddyminaj - citgo lyrics

[intro: beddyminaj]
i said— uh, i said— ayy
i said— uh, yo, ayy
i said— ayy, i said— ayy, yo, yo, ayy
i said— uh, i said— uh, i said— uh, i said— uh
yeah, yeah

[chorus: beddyminaj]
six raws on a ting, it’s a video
[?] on me, tryna sniff, though
half+o, give me three days, watch that sh+t go
i ain’t nothin’ like sosa, but me citgo, ayy
if the shades pull up on us, it’s a sig, bro
never stray away from the pack, keep that sh+t close
if i pass you the bag, keep that sh+t closed
seen your whole clique down bad, talkin’ mid roasts

[verse 1: beddyminaj]
poor young fella, big smoke in a big smoke
i don’t give a f+ck ’bout your day, get that sh+t rolled
buy one, must be out her head, tryna switch phones
now i’m really+really getting money, [?], uh
man, i’m hanging at the roofs drinkin’ buckfast, ayy
see the garda in the street, i’m tryna cut past
rat race, got me sh+t together, had to run fast
but i want every single thing, this sh+t don’t lie
(i said, i said, i said, i said)
[chorus: beddyminaj]
six raws on a ting, it’s a video
[?] on me, tryna sniff, though
half+o, give me three days, watch that sh+t go
i ain’t nothin’ like sosa, but me citgo, ayy
if the shades pull up on us, it’s a sig, bro
never stray away from the pack, keep that sh+t close
if i pass you the bag, keep that sh+t closed
seen your whole clique down bad, talkin’ mid roasts

[verse 2: cz]
cocaine nose, cocaine drip, it got me seasick
know she only coming ’round the crib just to see d+ck
pop three 20s, man, i’m f+cked, i’m a dumb pr+ck
think it’s time i bin the oxypro, i’m feelin’ dope sick
woke up as a bum and you went straight back to bed
yeah, i woke up, i was broke and then i made me some bread
i know certain man are plottin’, probably wish i was dead
cz, yeah, i’m finna leave your white shirt red
see me on the main stage, ain’t no sideshow job
probably see her backstage givin’ sideshow slops
know i keep my cutter tucked like i’m sideshow bob
told her, “get back in the crowd”, don’t like sideshow bops
i ain’t nothin’ like sosa, but i don’t like [?]
me and cb in the kitchen with our pans and pots
man i’m trying to paint a picture, but i ain’t bob ross
goofy talking on the net, but you get sent to the shops (b+tch)
i’m with beddy out in dublin and we’re duckin’ the garda
cz, i’m iced out, i’m the devil in prada
me and 8t33n in the cut, armoured up, i’m in sparta
they be saying i’m r+t+rded, but i say i’m a martyr
tryna catch ’em on a bike like i’m cyclingmikey
take the copper out your walls and buy a gram from a pikey
man, i had to quit the ket’ ’cause it was f+ckin’ my psyche
i be rockin’ new rocks and i mix it with nike
i got flavours in my zoot, man, my bud’s h+lla pricey
man, i’m somethin’ like sosa, call me cz almighty, b+tch
[outro: cz]
yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, what?
beow+beow+beow+beow

- beddyminaj lyrics

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