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bic fizzle - shooting star lyrics

[intro]
(ayo, donavon, heat that up)

[verse]
say, keep your mouth closed or get wrote on, i can’t help it the way that we roll
taught never drop a dime, never question god or don’t fold under pressure or ho
i feel my best and the rest in these ‘bows, ’cause i do a good job getting them sold
if i was failing my steppers, don’t step, then i’m in the back seat with my ski and that pole
striker do damage coming down your block
lil’ bro’ll tell y’all i start, i don’t stop
you ever hear the fully on the glock?
you ever speeded at all of y’all opps?
l, no v, then i’m lovin’ a bop, ho
thinking she not and the lil’ ho a thot
how much money you got? some knots
moving narcotics, don’t think i can stop
everybody play, end up getting popped
you ain’t never stayed up all day on your block
qp, a scale, backwoods, and the glock
plays on an opp’ tryna put ’em in the box
servin’ on rotate, i’m rocking dolce
block in the city while working the clock
ain’t no recoil, i spit fire out the chop’
i’ll hop out the car, i’m a real shootin’ star, ayy

- bic fizzle lyrics

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