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filthy jazz - vi$ion lyrics

filthy motherf-cker

[verse 1]
i stay up on that late nintendo, racing mario, blazing indo
the lighter from the kitchen with the trigger and the stick
close, my windows, neighbors be all up in my sh-t
plus my parents on vacation in vegas, how sick is this
text me back b-tch, i want you to come visit
and get to know my disick, our f-cking be so rhythmic
let’s meet a love jones, i’m here to rub tones
then i need two bucks cause i gotta catch the bus home
another day dialing, dialing up these numbers
trynna sell that f-cking hash, cheese
look fresh out the -ss, cheeks
n-ggas’ b-tches ask me
“don’t you think you moving too fast, sh-t?”
it’s no speed limit on the road to cash
and a n-gga flooring it
still drinking, florida
that’s gon be the color of my foreign whip
so i’m with my brothers
the 4’s, we blunted
wrapping hoes to f-ck us even if we had a studder

[verse 2]
aww f-cking yeah suck it
give me head in the ride
then i’mma need a ride
b-tch i’m high , but i can’t…
over here, make this right
i text my moms that i love her
cause way inside is where i reside
i don’t know if i’m gon make this night
so we don’t give no f-ck
wile until i tire
remaining a g until the moment i expire
fill my brain with that weed
feeling like i’m a vampire
but i can’t flyer so i live higher
i’m fried

[verse 3]
vi$ions, 40-40 vision
my bars ninja stars therefore cause incision
i wouldn’t listen
the infamous like pizza with the fishes
b-tches rub on my d-ck, i grant wishes
the kids are talking ?damen?
schools out and i’m walking ramen
they looking at me funny but they ain’t gon make no comments
the chronic, you can smell it on my clothes
and i just borrowed a condom
cause i was supposed to go back home with one of my hoes
she cancelled again
even she don’t want to f-ck me or i just got bad timing
but either way i need the cake, fiending papers
we just get baked and we create, but we ain’t bakers
you know that feeling when you got the fresh taper with the lining
i’ll be at the house party later, with crew
marijuana sold out, it be whining
frowning at the face, i think i found my first hater
to early caskets i send many rappers
my sh-t’ll go platinum, yours more like plastic
and i’d f-ck your b-tch dog, daily is chap stick
perfect attendance to the p-ssy, you were absent
lord, spare the world, bless them with these rap cl-ssics
my sons, they hate that i’m having fun, stacking funds, uh
but i ain’t quitting, even if i put the patch on
gotta get that beach in my backyard n-gga

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