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deezy®400 - haze / дымка lyrics

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[intro: deezy®400]
uh huh, uh huh, yea yea
uh huh, uh huh, yea yea

[verse 1: slim reaper®400, deezy®400 & lawson oliver]
check my style for a sec’
b-tches talking down and i’m aiming for their neck
haters talk sh-t but they gon’ be on my d-ck
soon as i get that fame and i’m rich

сука блять!

russian shooters for my russian homies
british bouncers for my english ponies
gang on top of gang, b-tch on top of d-ck
c-ckiness comes so naturally with this (hoo hoo)

man i hate being sober
get a double cup b-tch i’m finna po’ up
run up on the gang boy you know it’s game over
f-ck a coup, we be swerving in a f-cking rover

(ooo) come take a look how i’m living
400 b-tches that’s women on women
(ooo) giving that gas i’m whippin’
(ooo) 400 come f-ck with the vision (ooo)

i be rocking red christian lou’s
the gang pack 24’s in the coup
when we pull up just know we finna shoot
when we drive by you be seeing stars in the roof

yah, we f-cking k!lling this
you don’t want smoke, not even a little bit
p-ssy boy spoke, i told him “come here for a little tick”
then i got his blood on my triple s

me and the gang be sipping the liquor
do not talk down, index on trigger
i got your b-tch she f-ck on my finger
do not pull up, my gang is bigger

[hook: slim reaper®400]
yah ooo yah ooo
she said “want f-ck?” b-tch yes i do
yah ooo yah ooo
i’ma pull up in the coup
yah ooo yah ooo
bad little b-tch wanna f-ck cos’ i’m rich
yah ooo yah ooo
now tell me who better than this (hoo)

[chorus: deezy®400]
come on b-tch, suck my d-ck
come on b-tch, suck my d-ck
come on b-tch, suck my d-ck
come on b-tch, come on come on (hoo)

b-tches acting too crazy
all these haters amaze me
baddest b-tch is my baby
smoking green and i’m hazy

[verse 2: deezy®400, slim reaper®400 & lawson oliver]
(ooo, yea) hop out the whip, pull up i let that sh-t hit like
(ooo, yea) spinning on my d-ck like a beyblade, let that sh-t rip like

let that sh-t rip like, spinnin’ on my d-ck like
b-tch gettin’ tired like she workin’ on a spin bike
schemin’ up hits i don’t sleep b-tch
money way only way to get rich, b-tch

(wow) f-ck with the gang b-tch
pull up i suck on your w-ng b-tch
pull up the rope i go hang b-tch
t–th in your neck b-tch lookin’ like fangs b-tch

(like yeah) i am so broke man
bank account look like a joke man
you catching me f-cking with c0ke man
syke b-tch not me, i’m thinking ’bout c0ke cans (wow)

[hook: slim reaper®400]
yah ooo yah ooo
she said “want f-ck?” b-tch yes i do
yah ooo yah ooo
i’ma pull up in the coup
yah ooo yah ooo
bad little b-tch wanna f-ck cos’ i’m rich
yah ooo yah ooo
now tell me who better than this (hoo)

[chorus: deezy®400]
come on b-tch, suck my d-ck
come on b-tch, suck my d-ck
come on b-tch, suck my d-ck
come on b-tch, come on come on (hoo)

b-tches acting too crazy
all these haters amaze me
baddest b-tch is my baby
smoking green and i’m hazy

- deezy400 lyrics

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