biz (bizwtf) - poppins lyrics
[intro]
ah, wah (what, what, ayy)
[chorus]
why, why the f+ck i’m grinding? being broke my motivation
i+ i don’t want a honda, i want my whip to look like a sp+ceship
sh+ she keep doing lines she gon be white just like acacia
why i’m looking at the sky? ain’t no eclipse, you know i’m gazing
b+ bottle sh+t inside i think the blunt’s the way i face it
br+ bro a f+cking junkie he immune to getting laced
ten, ten hydrocodone, b+tch i think i’m bout to faint
sh+ she want me to come home, b+tch i’m like way too far from base
p+ post a money spread, that sh+t is flat just like a crate
w+ when i sign that deal, b+tch know i’m laughing in they face
good, do em just likе kobe, told em back up, need my sp+ce
w+ whеn i get that jag’, i’ll trade that b+tch in for a wraith
br+ bro you think i’m taxing it cost like fifty for an eighth
bih, this ain’t no exotic, when i pulled up give ‘em shake
my bag just like mary poppins, b+tch, i think i need a safe
me and shorty rarely talking, b+tch i told her “clean the slate”
[verse]
bi+ b+tch my name is biz i’m like (shorty), what’s yo’ name?
b+ barely got on clothes, she left the crib, don’t got no shame
kn+ know i’m boutta blow, i could reach out, touch the fame
d+ deep up in your ho, and that b+tch don’t even know my name
[chorus]
why, why the f+ck i’m grinding? being broke my motivation
i+ i don’t want a honda, i want my whip to look like a sp+ceship
sh+ she keep doing lines she gon be white just like acacia
why i’m looking at the sky? ain’t no eclipse, you know i’m gazing
b+ bottle sh+t inside i think the blunt’s the way i face it
br+ bro a f+cking junkie he immune to getting laced
ten, ten hydrocodone, b+tch i think i’m bout to faint
sh+ she want me to come home, b+tch i’m like way too far from base
p+ post a money spread, that sh+t is flat just like a crate
w+ when i sign that deal, b+tch know i’m laughing in they face
good, do em just like kobe, told em back up, need my sp+ce
w+ when i get that jag’, i’ll trade that b+tch in for a wraith
br+ bro you think i’m taxing it cost like fifty for an eighth
bih, this ain’t no exotic, when i pulled up give ‘em shake
my bag just like mary poppins, b+tch, i think i need a safe
me and shorty rarely talking, b+tch i told her “clean the slate”
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