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hideandseekzoo - zoo burgundy and veronica blaze lyrics

[bridge: both]
crazy love sickos, rolling ‘rillos, fuck a bimbo
we scheming up a limbo, blowing in and out the window
crushing lame suckers, bringing ruckus, motherfuckers
don’t ever interrupt us when we start to count the bucks up
chilling with the crew, crushing lame suckers
we some fucking goons, and some ugly motherfuckers
all around your streets, and you don’t know who we are
rolling 5 deep in a bucket -ss car

[verse 1: hideandseekzoo]
yo
we straight active
free yarra, ya entiendes?
and we all up in your mouth, like some dientes
or a dentist
we on the block like tetris
but we ain’t reppin’ no set, b-tches
nothing you expected
like when you found out your girl likes to fetch d-ck
i put in that work, never restless
y’all bite your tongues, so no french kiss
make best friends with this clench fist
see red like it’s netflix
vacaville resident, getting the president
say that i’m dope, even though that it’s evident
opening doors like a gentlemen
i’m just waiting for the drugs to settle in
so, tell the hoes that banji too high
to regulate on ratchets
had the house for a fucking night and a day
so i told the tricks to match it
the fantastic, but never drastic rap shit
here to [?]
find a casket
all you rappers catfish
p-ss me the mic and this is what happens

[verse 2: hideandseekzoo]
too high to function out in public, but
never too high to bust it
with some substance, with some love shit
all y’all keeping that blunt lit
zoo burgundy and veronica blaze
blowing the hays, and spitting for days
the new lady’s craze, with all it’s sick ways
that’s why all y’alls go pressing play like
hey, yeah i fucks with you, if you fuck with me
so quit the beat, and you take a seat
and let me speak cos i don’t repeat
it’s all good though, on this good flow
revealing all that i should show
windows up with that kush smoke
i make raps hotter than wood stoves
and i would know
that’s why we never switch the recipe
ingredients stay next to me
i put it out, so the rest can see
the best of me, when i flex on beats
take it to new extremities
sipping remedies, hope you remember me
on that final day, when i rest in peace

[bridge: both]
crazy love sickos, rolling ‘rillos, fuck a bimbo
scheming up a limbo, blowing in and out the window
crushing lame suckers, bringing ruckus, motherfuckers
don’t ever interrupt us when we start to count the bucks up
chilling with the crew, crushing lame suckers
we some fucking goons, and some ugly motherfuckers
all around your streets, and you don’t know who we are
rolling 5 deep in a bucket -ss car

[verse 3: bleezie]
i smoke the blunt from my homies
all low good
so hella voters and my homie’s in the casket
if you want my opinion, homie, shit is getting drastic
they [?] and they counting, and they shooting and they blasting
roll and p-ss the blunts
18 and still don’t give a fuck
tell me when enough, is enough
smoking raw burgundy
maybe you have not heard of me
taking shots, ain’t no hurting me
mortal till someone murder me
need a break, but i’m hungry
someone, hand me the coloring
chop it up like some celery
please, my mind need some leveling
no handle bars, but i’m pedaling
breaking sweats while i’m penciling
taking way too much aspirin
i don’t speak when they asking things
wondering, where the hell i’ve been
well, i wish i could answer them
but i’m too busy to get back to them
beat your b-tch up, and i smack her friends
just, to make ’em understand, that this really ain’t pretend
when nine times out of ten
some teens try to pimp a pen
but they pip and they straw
and their knowledge is all wrong

[verse 4: bleezie]
got the game fucked up
like when a whore busts nuts
they call me, dangerous
[?] angel dust
i’ll give you paper cuts, don’t touch
turn my brains to mush, puffing on that kush
puffing on that kush, puffing on that kush
i’m puffing on that kush, yeah we puffing on that kush
uh, b to the l to the eezie
like my summer, nice and breezy
and my style’s kinda sleezy, effortless, and easy-going
man, my spits is overflowing
came close to overdosing
came back to set my plans in motion, like a locomotion
high speed in reverse, sipping potion, cause commotion
i’m an h-town screwhead, put any call on swangers
speakers gon be banging, and my grates they gon be jamming, motherfucker

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