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izaya tiji - pots and pans freestyle lyrics

[intro]
(mingo, haha)

[chorus]
he wan’ shoot sh+t, he’ll get shot down
ridin’ with them pots out (lets go, lets go)
n+gga could get cut down
real runners, n+gga, touchdown
oh he ain’t die? n+gga lucked out
tell that b+tch, “get the f+ck out”
we in beni’s eatin’ kung pao
and my n+ggas sell that bag; pound
and these choppa bullets way louder
we might empty out a leg on ’em
clip long like a pencil, boy we might just take a test on
put a f+ckin’ stack on ’em
put a f+ckin’ check on ’em
then empty out that b+tch then with my n+gga do that dance on ’em

[verse 1]
oh you hot now? hot now
oh you with a lot now?
ridin’ with that top down
they don’t wanna bust down (lets go, lеts go)
could go get a bust+down
could go flip a bus now
fin’ go pop a bus now
think my pockets f+cked now
pockеts thick as f+ck now
leave a n+gga stuck now
what the f+ck he talkin’ bout? might make the xd jump now (xd jump)
n+gga lame as f+ck, he wearin’ khakis and some chuck’s now
lets just buy her up, this sh+t almost get him shook now
makin’ money, money, money, and these n+ggas with no hoes
do not let me pop no perc’, no n+gga, might get profiled (lets go, lets go)
kankan in yo’ profile, we might do yo’ lil ass old style
pop you with them toes out
we got sticks, like it’s lowes now
[chorus]
he wan’ shoot sh+t, he’ll get shot down
ridin’ with them pots out
n+gga could get cut down
real runners, n+gga, touchdown
oh he ain’t die? n+gga lucked out
tell that b+tch, “get the f+ck out”
we in beni’s eatin’ kung pao
and my n+ggas sell that bag, pound
and these choppa bullets way louder
we might empty out a leg on ’em (yeah, yeah, yeah)
clip long like a pencil, boy we might just take a test on (yeah, yeah, yeah)
put a f+ckin’ stack on ’em
put a f+ckin’ check on ’em (yeah, yeah, yeah)
then empty out that b+tch then with my n+gga do that dance on ’em (yeah, yeah, yeah)

[verse 2]
srt, all black n+gga, it look like obama
could go set a bomb off
moncler look like llama
in that 300 cassandra
i don’t know i forgot
all i know she sold that ganja
(mingo, haha) and she suck my d+ck, she f+ck me whenever i wanna
keep a stick just like osama
f+ck this b+tch, but i don’t wanna
diamonds on moana
finna cop some 1’s
he wan’ feat? then it’s gon’ cost ’em
he wan’ beat me? we gon’ pop ’em
he wan’ be me? he gon’ copy
my b+tch blacker than my coffee
free him up just like a stalker
can we smoke that boy? he stallin’
put this b+tch against the wall (okay, okay)
eat this b+tch up like a dog
h+llcat jump like a frog, yeah
tied up with them mobs
pass me n+gga, you can boss, yeah+yeah+yeah

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