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cizzle money addict - summer sixteen lyrics

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[cizzle money addict]

[hook]

im jus lookin for revenge/
cizzle summer sixteen cizzle summer sixteen/
riddin through tha louisville city on the percs not lean/
riddin through tha louisville city on the percs not lean/ink they

[verse 1]

we do wat you couldn’t do young n-ggas think they bullit proof/
gotta red dot dnt know body move/
gotta traphouse in the subburbs and it beat beat ona sunday/
tell a broke bish maybe oneday/

im steph curry but i dnt play from the metro to a whole thang/
call jose he know wat you n-ggas did last time/
im tellin you n-ggas the last time boy get the f-k out tha way/
i see you riddin tha wav but you are not in the gang/

i got to jail for four months and n-ggas barley even got a flame/
i walked out that bish with truie on got a trap line let it bling/
got a trap line let it bling shawty need a quarter brick/
only gave him three zip had to hit him wit tha skurrrr/

had to get my money rite like kanye when he dropped out/
gang gang on ig fake n-ggas gettin cropped out/
pop one pop two percasets im zooted hoe lien luchious/
bad bish like cookie ya empire ain’t a empire/

bish you go to school at empire g-ssed up like a new car/
she get around like a uber im tha real papi chullo /
bolsa de dinero ma thats a money bag on ya nugget/
rap n-ggas is my students/

in tha ville ima legend here a million times i can prove it/
flex flex with a check hottest n-gga in the city/
now n-ggas see my vision hi tops 1050 /
bad bish in givenchy booty big but she skinny/

im jus lookin for revenge f-k it f-k it ima win/ (echo out)

[beat switch]

[verse 2]

all you rappers in the. neighborhood wana be me a little/
all the n-ggas that i grew up with can’t stand dat im winnin/
you would love it if i went away and ain’t say nothin else/
how am i keepin it real but keepin tha sh-t myself/

money bag gang gang gang zaytiggy boy was up/
drop a whole mixtape f-k the whole city up/
but im better off anyway f&n on my hip/
young n-ggas with tha sh-tts have u leakin out ya sh-t/

true realigon im tha sh-t next to god im tha pope/
wat i say gonna go she ain’t f-kkin gotta go/
rap n-ggas on my d-ck more than a n-gga b-tch/
wat you n-ggas forget yaw ain’t f-kkin wit tha kid/

real california crip crip crip we ain’t runnin throug tha 6/
we ain’t reppin under 6 n-ggas betta learn they sh-t/
i dnt run wit local goons i run wit ogz/
pull up in that white mercedes jus like og/

f-k ett money rap cuz u gone haf to show me/

[laughs] fades out



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