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izaya tiji – mac & cheese lyrics

[chorus]
brr, aye
course i got the cheque
course i brang my banger
your hoe call me “izzy”
my hoe call me “zaya”
scared to talk to you, i don’t know what to say, yeah
i keep running up big bands, till my sh+t sprained
talkin spicy on this b+tch, yeah, just like pepper spray
i can let these lil n+ggas talk sh+t cus i’m not entertained, yeah
call up bri go do your work, i had to tell that girl to wait, yeah

[verse]
ar beat it boom+bop
i just need the guwap
might just cop some moonrock
these giusseppe, watch me moonwalk
it get flipped, yeah, that’s a full
bro you f+cking with them tools, bruh
saved your brother from them shooters
and we slide on bro we know he boo’d up
oh, you had to ride on bro, yeah, yeah, he had his crocs on
let them doggies bite on bro, yeah, yeha, then turn the fox on
ar+47 fry your head just like a hot comb
broke boy couldn’t get no gtc, he tried to box tho
i’m whippin out this mazi
i’m probably sippin [?]
i feel safer with them choppers
like i’m the trending topic
f+cked this bad hoe, got the top
then see i made the top lift
they on d, like make the chop rip
i’m like bk like to fry sh+t
i’m like bk like to fry sh+t, baby
whats your favourite color, diamonds?
on vacay, can’t tell where i’m is
aye bro, what the time is?
yeah he just got like five heads
got toys walked into simon
[chorus]
brr, aye
course i got the cheque
course i brang my banger
your hoe call me “izzy”
my hoe call me “zaya”
scared to talk to you, i don’t know what to say, yeah
i keep running up big bands, till my sh+t sprained
talkin spicy on this b+tch, yeah, just like pepper spray
i can let these lil n+ggas talk sh+t cus i’m not entertained, yeah
call up bri go do your work, i had to tell that girl to wait, yeah

[verse]
yeah, i got some hittas, they be making cheese
and i mix that sh+t that you cannot believe
cooking crack up with no mask, might turn you to a feind
lost my brother to the percs, they call that sh+t od
buts its homicidal
stacking up big racks, it’s stacking like the eiffel
might not meet the glock, but you might meet the rifle
when i sober up, i start getting suicidal
so i just smoke the dope
and my shorty bad, she a throat goat
choppas in this b+tch, they hittin’ the floorboards
can’t tell you what it is, just bring me more loads
[outro]
brr, aye
course i got the cheque
course i brang my banger
your hoe call me “izzy”
my hoe call me “zaya”
scared to talk to you, i don’t know what to say, yeah
i keep running up big bands, till my sh+t sprained
talkin spicy on this b+tch, yeah, just like pepper spray
i can let these lil n+ggas talk sh+t cus i’m not entertained, yeah

- izaya tiji lyrics

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