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goldshards - alizé lyrics

[verse 1: reverse live]
pull up in the piece sh+t stinkin’ like tree
bet your momma told you all about them people like me, i ruin good things
’cause they don’t give the feeling that all these drugs got
i’m on the edge of reality with my gun c+cked
and i got one shot, thank god i got the aim to blow the light off a candle
all these suckers yeah they rarely worth the price of the ammo
i been pressure pressure coming at ’em right from the handle
i aim the pipe at and clap you and knock a noggin off a creature
boy i’m full fledge flexing on these robber dobber leaners
said but guz the medellin, got this broad named catalina, she a professional who make it pop at chapo and lean ya
i was supposed go to london but my po wouldn’t let me
spending my deposit on a beamer and jet ski
said i’d pay ’em back but don’t’ believe boy i’m sketchy
tell ’em come and get it raise them heaters if they test me

[chorus]
off the alizé, baby girl i’ll call you right back (right back)
i’m just talking, i’m just talking, i just tend to write back (back)
off the alizé, baby girl i’ll call you right (right back)
playing on my mind ’cause i’m feeling like a right pack (right pack)
[verse 1: reverse live]
strapped up, loose step in stadium seats
while complaining ’bout how much i had to pay for the drinks
i give a f+ck if you really thing i stay with them things
my pants holding up something that’ll make you believe
that gun bustin’ out the whip, who got a problem with me?
got pradas all on the feet, way y’all get stomped in the street
that’s one expensive ass whoopin,’ should be honored to bleed
we keeping canons on deck just like a nautical fleet
hardheaded motherf+cker leave you slumped in this b+tch
yeah you gone have to run the fade if you up running your lip
i get poppin’ on whoever give a f+ck where it is
i’m at your function throwing hands right there in front of your kids
no they don’t want it, bend the corner, set it on ’em, what the the f+ck
hammers bustin,’ flash and crush ’em, man no question they get touched
got your son saying “hey momma look here come that man again”
feet all on your coffee table twisting up this cannabis

- goldshards lyrics

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