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jay fizzle - tello n bart lyrics

[intro: key glock]
(ayoza, you wrong for this sh+t) yeah
ay, turn that beat up ceoo
(d+mnit franchise, you did it again)
glizock
(and if the beat live, you know lil ju made it)

[chorus: key glock]
yeah, it’s glizock and fizzle and we gettin’ to that skrilla
yeah, that choppa got a tittie, but it don’t got a nipple
yeah, i’m a real memphis n+gga, take yo’ ho then i pimp her
she asked me why i got blue diamonds, i said b+tch, this for flippa
yeah, i’m just chillin’, smokin’ skittles, pourin’ cups of that fizzle
yeah, my lil’ n+gga tryna get you, shine yo’ head for a nickle
ay, can you come and get this b+tch dawg, she all on my pickle
and i just bought a platinum rollie’, this b+tch thought it was silver

[verse: jay fizzle & key glock]
ridin’ in the bentley, me and glock, we smokin’ backwoods, no swishers
this sh+t here we smokin’ so d+mn strong, we havin’ convos with flippa
my paper cup full of that purple, sh+t, i’m drinkin’ on liquor
we sittin’ here plottin’ how we finna rob the rap game for 10 figures
my brand new chain got purple diamonds, so you know i spun some pape’
feel like i been humble for too long, it’s time to sh+t on all my haters
plug called, just hopped out with some stones, ain’t color, 100 backwood papers
gang pulled up back to back in purple, your lil’ foreign same color as lakers
jesus piece on, even though i am a sinner
yeah, i feel like three six, i be ridin’ with spinners
i lay the smack down on your b+tch, dawg, i had to pin her
i told my b+tch “that ain’t my b+tch”, she’s just my babysitter
yeah, i just put it on her face, can’t make no baby with her
i ain’t too friendly with these rappers, that’s why they hate a n+gga
yeah, b+tch i came a long way, now i’m a paid lil’ n+gga
told fizzle he trappin’ too hard, you need a pager n+gga
uh, h+llo?
every time i pick up it’s that money callin’ (what you want n+gga? okay)
trap stay up, i sell out soon as the package drop, touchdown
i make my b+tch go catch the bomb, she ran out with no clothes
i’m like a tiger in the woods, where i was from and i don’t play around cuz
sticks up in that lamb chop, hop out on the opp block
catch him lackin’, watch me send some shots up at him
nonstop, ak with the wood stock, pockets fat, hands hot
b+tch, i got a whole lot, whole lot, racks
[chorus: key glock]
yeah, it’s glizock and fizzle and we gettin’ to that skrilla
yeah, that choppa got a tittie, but it don’t got a nipple
yeah, i’m a real memphis n+gga, take yo’ ho then i pimp her
she asked me why i got blue diamonds, i said b+tch, this for flippa
yeah, i’m just chillin’, smokin’ skittles, pourin’ cups of that fizzle
yeah, my lil’ n+gga tryna get you, shine yo’ head for a nickle
ay, can you come and get this b+tch dawg, she all on my pickle
and i just bought a platinum rollie’, this b+tch thought it was silver

- jay fizzle lyrics

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