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c biz - grammys lyrics

[verse 1]
hallelujah, amen
biz came back in
high life, fast life
uptown, get right
get the c-ke out the foil
bring the water to a boil
first night i hit the scene
that’s a thousand on the jeans
oh my, oh my
games mine, worldwide
reloads, no lie
you’re sh-t, no vibes
yellow rollie on the wrist
i see someone take the p-ss
money march into joeseppi
everybody’s mini biz
making thousands in the pen
i do this again and again
getting money, dirty money
i got it, it’s ten out of ten
got a text [?]
they say that i’m still in the pen
rolling round in my benz
she came with a friend of her friend
why hate? why hate?
fresh home, i hate
shout out my dawgs
them man fly straight
with my n-gg-s eating dinner
[?] you’re a winner
big up [?], big up j-zzle
big up [?], big up scribbles

[verse 2]
told everybody don’t f-ck with me
if you do it, do it properly
serve a n-gg- like i’m djokovic
i’m just [?], please don’t bother me
at the top is where i gotta be
getting money like monopoly
i hate you f-ck n-gg-s
f-cking up the economy
e.r., we ain’t playing games
twenty-thou on that plain jane
free the dawgs, i ain’t saying names
free the dawgs, i ain’t saying names
i don’t talk about broke boys
we are not on the same thing
getting money with dope boys
in the club popping champagne
i get money, i’m the truth
i’m the realest in the booth
i just wanna be the biz
i don’t wanna be you
hundred thousand in my face
rock designers every day
go to sleep getting paid
i don’t f-ck with no jakes
i don’t wanna fall in love
baby i just wanna f-ck
couple bottles, roll the cannabis
get the p-ssy and duck
i ain’t tryna stay the night
i don’t wanna have a fight
you and me just one time
i don’t wanna have a wife
i got london on a hype
i put plastic on my mic
i put plastic on my d-ck
i be sleeping with your wife
being biz is a crime
balmain for a night
i hit the store i don’t try it on
i just wanna know the price
i’ll be p-ssing on your life
all my diamonds on a hype
shoutout six, shoutout six
i came home, he’s eating right
i take a l, i smoke a l
karma’s a b-tch, i know her well
i went jail, they said i failed
they sending me hate mail
oh well, oh well
die slow, go h-ll
cause i don’t really give a f-ck
(laugh)

- c biz lyrics

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