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dizzy taylor - whitney lyrics

free man j still locked in a cell
pick up the pen or the gat filled with sh+lls
if i get caught get then i won’t ever tell

gem in the rough but the time is gon’ tell
see me in public i know they won’t say sh+t
you not a thug when the f+ck you gon’ face it
won’t eva stop till i whip in a sp+ceship
this is my time and i know that they hate it
mans got dipped and shh now the people know i’m a different breed
this for the opps who be stalking and lurking on dizzy and having the n+gga all over they feed
wanna k!ll dizzy they won’t get the chance and then that’s for the opps who be worried bout me
clipper a n+gga i’m luka from dallas so tell all ya homies we up in the lead
50’s and 40’s
f+ck on your shorty
me and ron crazy shoot back rick and morty
n+ggas want beef with the kid you a grown ass man how you want beef and you forty
i’ll drop the b+tch put his name on the list now i think it’s the season i like to get sporty
blood on my shirt and there’s smoke from my gat and i looked in her eyes i could tell that she h+rny ah
hoodies on masks on
moonwalk on an opp michael jackson
i want a bad b+tch toni braxton
i went to the bank with a couple of racks on
chasing the gwuap that’s a big bag
call me the joker they know that i spit that
still be the n+gga who loving the kickback
i’m at the top i can say that we did that aye yea

i love whitney she loves me
empty the clip like one,two,three
if she by my side you can’t f+ck with me
she always ride stay tucked with me
i love whitney she loves me
empty the clip like one,two,three
if she by my side you can’t f+ck with me
she always ride stay tucked with me

money is evil but run up them digits
dizzy the goat i don’t listen to critics
they want proof then check +n+lytics
i’m ja at the line at the hoop i’m gon’ finish
still in the game i’m the n+gga who spitting
last sh+t was fire it was only beginning
they keep on saying to me that we did it
but i just want the gwuap and the spinach
we caught yo homie and you watched him die
and i know deep down that your hurting inside
rules of a bad mon is what we abide
aim for the moon but no sea for your tide
i know it’s scary ain’t close to my peak
joker go crazy everyday of the week
flow so cold since i listen to meek
and i won’t drop the album i let the b+tch leak yea
let me take off my jacket
if i got whitney i’m passing subtraction
paper on paper the money keep stacking
but this how it be when you drown out distractions
look who on top it’s just me and the team
call what we do the american dream
if they want smoke then ron aim with the bream
and we’ll leave you for dead yellow tape on the scene

- dizzy taylor lyrics

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