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kezura - buy tula fiora or we riot lyrics

[intro: kezura]
ay big facts shout out to bzar for this sh-t
(shout out to bzar)
(bzar)
{lil boi}
i may be out like..
(whooo)
half my paycheck but..
it’s okay!
yah!ay!
d-mn!
[hook: kezura]
sold out; sold out; sold out;
flex tula; i don’t need no louis belt
my gear bizarre; my drip to hard
i’m real; you’re too be felt
fiora my fit; i’m way too big;
my d-ck; need two xl’s
your b-tch my d-ck; inside i twist
like the way my hoodie feel

[verse 1: kezura]
32 hundred rounds
going all around
move em underground;
when i step
swear my fabric too;
d-mn bullet proof
this tula to d-mn flex
bzar; run it back
need a hundred racks
and i’d buy the whole d-mn shelf
till then; few of em; to a few dozen
while i empty out these sh-lls
b-tch; hold up
wear my tula; rip madula
f-ck with me
with flower at my chest; with a .40 at my hip
p-please d-d-don’t buck with me
sword on my back; with some k!llers in the back
and they all with it; cause they f-ck with me
got flowers on they chest; with choppers all equipped

[verse 2: dax]
(my) tula’s that new stuff, still counting this gouda, no
brainer: medula, team fy’ooch, we the rulers, stay
packing like movers, i’m back with a praa like i’m
back with a ruger, check fat like a buddha

tula till the tulips touch the tomb, she
sees fiora when i enter rooms
immaculate conception, pray for her womb, taking it
back to my mentions, i can’t fail to mention

she flexed in the fit, looking like ashley benson, my
tula go dummy, my fit go erection
drip is on hard, drip is on difficult
dressed in all black for the dash but no digital

looking so dope, could never p-ss a physical
catching the ghost, this feeling, man, is spiritual
check out her top when on top, call it pinnacle
all things veridical, look like we’re in a cult

me and my brothers ain’t really bothered ’bout the lv
giving to myself, i deserve it most evidently
every time they see me, they feelings fill up with envy
essentially, the sakura means baby’s my senshi like

ah, don’t need no louis belt
no designers like who needs help?
i flick my wrist, its hot out, b-tch
like the way that my hoodie felt

- kezura lyrics

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