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fizzler - 125 lyrics

intro:
my [?] switched for the paper
so i need time something like rolex
when a cat calls up there’s no stress

hook:
look
my [?] switched for the paper (switch)
now we roll less
and i learnt that time is money
so i need time something like rolex (more bands)
when a cat calls up there’s no stress (ring)
cah the grub be 10/10
so keep my line that ends in 125, something like mopeds
i need more bread (i need more bands)
them man are liars, we got mo’ stacks (we got more of that)
and the sweet ones know that
in my rap, its straight facts (no cap)
get a drop on a opp?
man tape that (tape it off)
cah its straight facts (straight facts)

verse 1:
for the bread i play no games (i ain’t)
i ain’t been home in a fortnight
no verbal just ching it
its been a long time since a fist fight
now we dip guys (ay ching it)
if you ever make us cross
we’re wetting it down, leaving him baptised (ergh)
since he got got in the field
they ain’t been no reaction like enzymes (none)
and that one there be a sweet one
what’s your number, like ni (what you saying)
in front of goal could strike or chip it
just like fries (dip it)
either way for my tug, my slime
i’m making it fill [?] (bow)
my young boy really does it like r-kelly
sometimes he just bumps and grinds (ay take it)
there’s evil in the naked eye
so i can’t slip, got to stay with mine
the fed boys on my back like spine, ([?])
that’s why she wants me home
giving her hugs and d no dwight
she gives verbal when i’m deep inside (ay take it)

verse 2:

i was little like tjay stuffed in the dinger (squash)
see them when we pop out (get out)
like whose on what now
get back gang when the sticks dem come out (bow)
on the m24 with grub
i’m really tryna double bag now (fly out)
madman wanna talk on the badman
act up and fizzler won’t back down (what)
they get m’ed
and put on tees like marbek (dehdeh)
i can’t wait till they free my friend
cah he got given a ostrich stretch (free em up)
got cut on my hand from counting bands
that one be a bando flex (ergh)
still a young boy l!cking it out
and i ain’t even talking oral s-x (ergh ergh)

no period, every time that we saw them reds, stress
thats multiple guys getting cheffed (ay ching it)
that me and the gangdem making mess
anytime that we step
we make sure that we check their mates like chess (ay whose that)

- fizzler lyrics

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