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hotboysmizzy - microphone monstaz lyrics

[intro: smizzy]
marxmen ana

[verse:1 smizzy]
broke and you owe debts, [where it’s at] n-gg-s ain’t tryna pay, they hide low key till i find out where they stay
keep it on the hush why you always got a lot to say, n-gg-s dissin on the low but i ain’t even watchin face, flash the bezel on her white gold ice let her taste, gloves on both hands i don’t think they’ll get a trace, they don’t got evidence how they gonna make a case, i’m strivin for this money lookin hungry like i never ate, [for the gwop] shoot for my squad only real n-gg-s could relate, blocks on curfew crime scene yellow tape, o.x snap wit da tec bout to let it spray, if i don’t get at him tonight ill catch him on another day, gwop is generating through my circle watch it circulate, [circulate]
business on road.. at my base i make the pleasure wait, [she’s at the base] kush got me high so i’m puffin till i levitate, street university knowledge helped me graduate, got real love for my n-gg-s i could never hate

[verse:2 bo baynez]
i’m back on my grind and i ain’t slackin, i need my pt coach.. put me back in, i’m trappin full time funds for the stackin, at 50 out da trunk hol up let me back in, we rollin fast foreign whips you thought we stole em, wit my bad foreign b-tch she lookin swollen, i beat it up, that’s two tone beaters what we holdin, i could finger f-ck em i do not control em, let me speed it up, it was so dess that i smoked less got me faded wit no progress made no sense then i flipped a half and made those cents, [money] real n-gg- if i ain’t doin sh-t then i jus do me, i’m still faded inda cut puffin dat ohhwee, [loud] f-ck favors i got more flavors than coogi, that’s why these feinds keep callin me like pookie, loud pack of da lucy, n-gg- i twist it up, tin tailor mister two man, let me fix it up, n-gg-s sayin dat dey down to start switchin up, had to make me put the pots down and hang the kitchen up [ana]

[verse:3 clipz]
the feinds call me cause they know it’s great
i serve food but not the type you serve on a plate, [nah] these young n-gg-s boostin up the murder rate, blow you’re lights out like candles on a birthday cake, we keep it real we ain’t known to be fake, my neighborhood is dangerous it ain’t known to be safe, i got a ounce sittin here it ain’t goin to waste, i pray that all my n-gg-s lawyers beat and throw way da case, [i pray that all my n-gg-s lawyers beat and throw way da case] yea, i’m tryna be rich like gucci, successful like 50, a boss like boosie, f-ck beatin shots hangin out da hooptey, ill get close wit big guns the size of lil p–pie, i told you once it’s either shoot or salute me n-gg- i’m inda game but i ain’t nothin like pookie, life ain’t a tv show, life ain’t a movie, life’s real so ima keep it real and jus do me, [life’s real so ima keep it real and jus do me] [yea]

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