burph - h to the izzo freestyle lyrics
[verse 1: burph]
d to the i-g-o, d-mn i forgot the e doe
f-ck it, i can’t repeato
d-ck huggers, we call em speedos
b-tches having a third eye, squealing all through the pee hole
who at the door, peephole
curry rocking the 3-0, f-ck a 2 rather 3 doe
from new orleans, i ain’t creole
n-ggas ain’t f-ck with me doe
bet they won’t f-ck with me doe, see me i just do me doe
b-tches curving me like a frito
im at 57, need 3 moe
yea i was just on twitter, dey ain’t know i f-ck with la e doe
oh b-tches yea, they be jealous, i’m chasing green, it ain’t relish
balling like monta ellis, f-ck b-tches, we don’t do fellas
after i f-ck her in her uterus, i just send her to you to rest
2 on my line, 3-way, 3 on my back, d wade
no pausing
ain’t no delay
them hoes just want the d laid, she necking me on the freeway
been in the game, e-a, don’t watch me
just watch the replay, hollygroving like lil weezy
uptown new orleans, like always
barely come above the rim, like a rim graze
hard to get out like a maze, i was never fazed
kays jeweler, push da scooter, i’m in hooters
she know who to come to
ehhhhhhh
[verse 2: burph]
h to the izzay
my bruddas, they let it spri-zay, forreal & literal-izay
noo, dem boys don’t f-cking pl-izay
no donut, but keep a gli-zay, never f-cked with the fe-zeds
buck em until he ble-zed, no info, yea you’ve been mislead
never snitched on a n-gga
few n-ggas i know pull triggas, few n-ggas i know get figures
f-ck with j cole, but can’t sign to jigga, my d-ck is bigger
aaahhhhhh
buck da chrome wit da ladder
been dead, it dont even matter, i f-cked her, you never had her
water whipping, mix the batter
aahhhhhhh
you from the east, im from the dirty
rock 42 like worthy. she unworthy
like craig daddy and ms pearly, early
i’m sicker, like i caught the flu times 2
some of these b-tches, young and baldhead like calliou
keep it 120, p-ssy and money
pink and green like the easter bunny
i talk it cuz i been there
ralphing with lauren be my swimwear
got a lil buzz in my city, 2k15 was a lightyear
n-ggas don’t see cuz its my time, and yea its rightchea
can’t a-c-l but yea it might tear
despite fear
if ina clutch, i’m taking stephen curry
yea ok with them sooners, i’m demarco murray
got dat 23 on my back, yea i’m da man now
spinning at the top of my ceiling, oh you a fan now
drumming with the tips of my sticks, you making bands now?
tired of standing off to the side, i’m taking stands now
she yelling screaming my name
she in the stands, oh she a fan too
get it in, leave it in my hair like its cantu
yea when i used to dress up bummy
all the b-tches found me funny
laid up, nah she rub my tummy
ate me up, she say i’m yummy
paid in full, w-ssup to sonny
n-ggas can’t find my desire, can’t feel my pain
in new orleans, even if its sunny, it can still rain
n-gga, i’m too f-cking nice, polkadots all on my dice
n-ggas ain’t f-cking with me, i can let you pick a price
listen, what i say you understand
and it makes sense
breaking down my dollars
do that really make cents?
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