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cuzzin ahmadi - cujo lyrics

[verse 1: cuzzin brazy]

i wake and bake, right before the wake and bake
hop in the steamy shower feeling like i’m solid snake
solid state of mind every time i write a rhyme and take the lateral from god just like the motherf-ckin’ time
know every lyric from the dude that’s with the smokey vibes
6 grams of bubba, sesh the hubba for like half the night
i’m type polite so you should really never try to fight
but word to spud, i know i’m putting work in for this type of height
straight f.a.a., so you should really peep how neat i write
or need i write about the sk!lled acquired prior beats and i
reasons i never had a problem being sleep deprived
me and braimah gon’ be laid up, peep us on that fee-less flight
steez is right, nike’s every day and night
i’m jousting on my pegasus, tell phil that i’m the flyest knight
higher than a kite; exotics that i’m pokin’ and tokin’ and i’m smokin’ and i’m chokin’ and i’m zonin’ and i’m

cb: “i’m off this joint, b.”
na: “well, i’m on this. i’m on this joint. p-ss that, okay.”
na *in the distance*: “sounds like my turn.”
na: “p-ss the ammo.”

[verse 2: notahmadi]

ended on the cusp of cuffin’, no bluffin’
ain’t been puffin’ since puffy stopped pumpin’
ciroc based landscape, rock ’em on the rocks
clock ’em on the clock cause my time worth bands
put game on ’em lames and my time worth hands, arms or legs – i’m doc oc. to the feds
put dots on ‘ya akh for the bread
notahmadi up in stockton, nothing stock on the lead
mordecai colored rocks that we robbed from the dead
yellow brick road and the yellow timbs cold
bottles of gin that jim throwed while throwed
i guess i’m chilling ’til my money don’t fold
i guess i’m chilling ’til my money don’t fold
. . and the bottles is always cold. eightball flags, b-tch

- cuzzin ahmadi lyrics

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