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bizz loc - errr god lyrics

[intro]
errr god n-gga
back on my sh-t
f-ck a hook straight bars
n-ggas some [?] facts
that’s how we livin n-gga
eg-west in the f-ckin building
six side n-gga
turn the f-ck up

[verse]
n-gga’s want to bang oh!
tell me where to meet
hot-headed n-gga’s get leveled with the heat
f-ck twitter beef i’mma see you in the streets
gat stays in the whip even if it’s leased
clip in the piece
hold about thirty
open up heads i don’t open up curtains
you ain’t heard mine you don’t know about verses
swag turned up flow borderline perfect
bad b-tch get a kid domed when i’m lurkin
n-ggas can’t talk if they don’t put the work in
last set of opps i approached started bursin
shhh by the back door so i merked him
yall don’t wanna rep raw on the first end
can’t squash beef in the bin got a gerks them
stab n-ggas in the cheeks i don’t curse them
knuckle up till we touch street then i he-rs- them
you don’t know bizz loc? you don’t know sh-t
n-ggas couldn’t even step in my old kicks
you was ridin on bikes when i drove whips
reing up on a half b when i sold zips
don’t slip!
eg-west crip [eg-west!]
ride for the fam i don’t beg friend kid
n-ggas get blem in the west end kid
magneto with the steel cause i x men quick
extend clips
d-ck down b-tches
bizzed out beam but the fifth sound vicious
blowin high grade of the piff a loud swingin
i can tell you never lived round k!llers
d blocc n-gga
loced to the death
criped out royal blue flag on the left
diss me inside you get stabbed in the neck
gooned out so you will get banged by the set
hang with the vets
bang with the goonies
ridin in the dot but we slang in the boonies
chrome stay tucked by the tag of the trueys
c-cked back, for all the f-gs tryna shoot me
blam out the hooptie, back to the projects
flip work n-ggas get clapped for the profits
errr sh-t comin through strapped with the dawg dem
keep mad numbers like math for the problems
like the .45, trey deuce, 9 mill
6-inch blade gettin fade cause my life real
sick n-ggas get shot cause my life ill
flat tops leave you laid out call it nyquil
burnin ganja, louder than a concert
shawty sell her p-ssy then
i’mma be her sponsor
d-ck in her mouth is the only thing i offer
f-ckin with my cake imma f-ck around and off her
mad hoes on my roster, dime pieces
when it comes to the gun game, mine’s decent
you’ll never see our beast till i unleash it
shootin n-ggas in the face when they done b-tchin
blowin thick weed smoke like i burn sheesha
better be a savage if you want features
cause i gotta work, i don’t pack a lunch neither
used to be a good yute then i turned evil

[outro]
savage n-gga
who can f-ck with me out here dog
tell me that
i’m out here n-gga

- bizz loc lyrics

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