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blacc cuzz – intro lyrics

(phone call)
charge from this call (this call from) [?] an innate at a federal prison
what’s up cuz yeah n-gga you thought i wasn’t gonna call man
it’s the real olu n-gga what’s up n-gga huh blacc cuzz man we fu—–
with you man waiting on you man you here man i ain’t stamping no other
n-gga man i know you official i know who you say you is n-gga this coming
from me this come from olu n-gga [?] mean do that sh-t cuz you a a n-gga
that catch p-sses now you throwing p-sses man i done seen your end zone
dance boy i know what you worth man i kno you really is who you say you is
man make this thing happen let’s f— with this music s— man don’t let them
lames get you out your square you know you a real street n-gga you know
you ain’t got patience for no sucker s— you know you ain’t gone let no sucker
sh-t outta place so don’t put your self around no sucker n-ggas man don’t
smoke none of them n-ggas man get caught up on that tmz sh-t you know we
move different you know we groove different this coming from the feds n-gga
live from the feds n-gga

(verse 1)

what they gone do when the feds come out n-gga fu– that n-gga i’m trapping i’m d-boy fresh thugged out with a big ole bag yea n-gga i’m rapping
i used to be 16 wit a beamer coming down yea bi— so clean
a couple shots bangs n-ggas be traumatized all in the streets (down low n-gga)
who gone look out for me b-tch i’m on that street lottery
just lost 80 bands might spend that bi— on 2 properties
i still had dreams at night i think about like who shot at me
if it come up imma jump up with that oohwop on me
i put some bread up on there i head i got that guwop on me
and my bi— she count my bread she run my monopoly
and my old head olu said fu– em who stopping me
and my pinky ring cost 30 racks a whole key to me
i’m in my gucci sweats wit air max i thug every week
i’m politician bout the mission might just blow every week
a couple n-ggas want me dead i tell them go there with me
if you ain’t talking bout money you ain’t talking to me
i’m blacc cuzz (blacc cuzz)

(diologue)
see know you n-ggas know what it is know what i’m talking bout high school
n-gga 760 bmw’s n-gga pulling up n-gga popping wheelies on bike and s—
burnt orange vests and sh-t n-gga i ain’t wanna go to prom n-gga 10 cars an
sh-t n-gga i’m giving muhf-ckers my car n-gga to go to prom with know what i’m talking bout me and hairdo in the kitchen cooking up [?] me and fat cuz n-gga
foreigns coming thru n-gga kno what i’m talking bout beat a homie 2014 n-gga
free[?] me and fat cuz playing with that [?] n-gga kno what i’m talkin bout
what you kno about that sh-t young n-gga
(it’s blacc cuzz it’s blacc cuzz put some respect on that name n-gga)
dbe

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