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diizii - woozy lyrics

[intro]
phew
diizii!

[verse]
let’s get ‘em started, i scoop that b+tch up, now she be tryna make us a movie
if she get too attached, i’m ghostin’ her quick, she really mean nothing to me
since they was in juvie, i got too solid, they could never see right through me
we finna get us exotics and sh+t, i’m faded as f+ck, b+tch, i’m woozy
puffin’ too loud, wasn’t tryna pop nun’, now i’m poppin’ two now
diizii walked in, she blew loud, top straight from heaven, i’m a fool now, no cap
we carry tools now, i’ll be at the top, i know i’m too proud, uh+huh
i be puffin’ one or two clouds, now it’s me they tryna rule out, real sh+t
i’m bangin’ one broad, yeah, i’m f+ckin’, and after she ride it, she get to the suckin’
these rappers all p+ssy, they kickin’ the bucket, like my pants was dropping, a toolie, i tuck it
the kush ain’t too much for my budget, but b+tch, lil’ diizii does not have a budget
i’m on top of this sh+t, i ain’t talkin’ no summit, i got ice like the summit, n0body else does it, am i lyin’?
at the gym movin’ weight like i’m trappin’, backshots on that ho, that ho booty be clappin’
she say she don’t need me? she cappin’, they say “lil’ diizii, you singin’ or rappin’?”
i do it all in my sleep, b+tch, i’m nappin’, morning head from yo’ b+tch, then i tap it
now i’m blockin’ her digits, like nothin’ just happened, it’s only the intro, i’m already snappin’, that’s crazy, lil’ ho
was bangin’ that p+ssy, now she want me back, i told her, “stop hitting my phone”
don’t ask me again, girl, you crazy, now she got my song her ringtone
she cry over me, i don’t cry over her no more, she cryin’ alone
if this life is just full of fakes, i’m okay with dying alone
b+tch, i been real since the start, that boy cool wit’ cops, he one of them narcs
give me that sh+t, all the blunts and the carts, cuffs on yo’ wrists, now they searchin’ yo car
cuts on their wrists and they ain’t finna stop, she finna drip blood to get to the top
i’m spillin’ his blood like i’m spillin’ this wock’, she spilled all my wock’, now she gotta give top
b+tch threatenin’ to block me, go ahead and do it, i ain’t trippin’ ‘bout it, you just actin’ stupid
she all on my d+ck, put it inside that puh’, now that b+tch in love, i must be a cupid
her booty so fat, gotta hit from the back, her big booty wavin’, i gotta wave back
all of these youngin’s, man, they just so wack, i been real since birth, i’ma take you way back
shoulda known yo’ ass was fake, ain’t no bbl, i left her, now she not sleepin’ well
i left her, now she don’t sleep at all, but when i need some brain, she’s the one i call
only thing on my to+do list is yo’ broad, she on her knees, my d+ck all in her jaws
she archin’ it for me, f+ck rubbers, go raw, she makin’ it clap like a round of applause
you get the puh’ wet, but i get it wetter, season my chicken with salt and pepper
she wanna go sloppy, you know i’ma let her, i’m ghostin’ her quick like i never met her
she shop at shein, but her ex? oh, he out, i left her before she could count me out
put this pipe in yo’ throat, lil’ ho, and after i bust, i’ll go down on your meow
her new man was never new, you just never knew, i’ll keep it a hunnid
if you got some bands, and give her the pipe, she’ll get right wit’ you, that lil’ ho a dummy
i don’t take none these hoes serious, with the sh+t i be sayin’, it makin’ hoes furious
i told ‘em, “exotics on me, b+tch, i got ‘em,” then these youngin’s ‘round gettin’ curious
phew, i’ma stay shootin’ the pole, numb to these b+tches, they all know i’m cold
if they get to tweakin’, know i’m on the go, not gon’ catch a youngin’ tryna sell his soul
only up from here, youngin’, i’m on a roll, i’m exclusive, no kiddin’, i won’t trust a ho
now they movin’ weight, but, no, they not swole, i see all the sub’s, b+tch, i’ma just scroll
huh? you all mad for what? chillat, i been out f+ckin’ hoes, she ask, “where you been at?”
i been a g.o.a.t., and b+tch, i’m still that, shoulda known that we wouldn’t last
take my pipe out the puh’ to slap it on her ass, then she put it back in, she like when i go fast
y’all don’t walk the talk, y’all just chitter+chat, when it comes to the cops, you turn into a rat
but sometimes i’m tempted to go hit her line, you know i’m obsessive, baby, you’re mine
you ain’t gon’ forget me, so girl, stop tryin’, you ain’t f+ckin’ sl!ck, so girl, stop lyin’
you not even all that, b+tch, you ain’t a dime, i can’t even love you, i do not got time
she ghosted and actin’ all special while i’m doin’ me, no, b+tch, i ain’t finna cry
he want all that beef, youngin’, stay in the meadow, ‘cause you ain’t gon’ do sh+t when i got this metal
i shove it to his brain and shoot through the mental, and i ain’t even fazed, i keep it real mellow
he get pulled like a string, that youngin’ a cello, don’t be surprised, this how we do in the ghetto
don’t square up, i’ll fade you and all of yo’ fellows, then i’ll f+ck on yo’ b+tch and make her do falsettos
i do it with ease, i light up the trees to four+hundred degrees
so it can burn, you got them exotics? i’ll trade you some these, i’m chargin’ no fee
hittin’ a l!ck on this whip, no, i don’t a key, the chains on you youngin’s? they don’t even freeze
stop fakin’ that sh+t, youngin’, please, she good with the lips, yeah, she down to her knees
she a lil’ freak, a lil’ bad ho, but i gotta go chase the bag, ho
you look for another, but it don’t get better after me, you mad, ho?
i give her mixed signals like broken antennas, she actin’ all mad, because i got her fed up
if you gon’ come back to me, just hope you’re lucky enough i forgive you, lena
[outro]
i had to do it to you
on god!

- diizii lyrics

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