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lethal bizzle - if the shoe fits lyrics

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[verse 1 + lethal]
i just come through with the triple a passes, hold the mandem down
circle decreased but increased in value, them man ain’t around

still the talk of the town
they done sh+t then tried to come back and think man’s still gonna hold them down +kmt+…
them mandem are clowns

you made your bed so lay in it
all i did was show man love, but you stayed betrayin’ it
your energy’s got decay in it
you didn’t believe in the vision
you man need a opticion
yeah, you made a stupid decision and now you wanna come around and think imma + listennn

this that time is money flow
true say that was time ago
still can’t be around me though
the cards i dealt were dynamo

the cards i dealt were built to win
you took no risks, safety pin
and then you switch sides, chamberlain
i dunno what frequencies you’re enablin’

no point in breadings
you shoulda been here on the jet with gang listening to otis redding
yeah, i forgive but i ain’t forgettin’

mistakes are made… learn from them
i don’t wanna hear from them
follow who? we can’ be a social friend

[interval]
+if you stay in your comfort zone that is where you will fail
succes is not a comfortable procedure
so you gotta get comfortable being uncomfortable if you ever wanna be succesful+
[verse 2 + k+trap]
just spent a arm and a leg on hammers, now i’m skint gang, tryna get back
air that block now we flyin’ them humps just tryna get back

amg jet black, limo tint, they dunno it’s trap
louis v, about 2+2 tees, keep the receipt for tax

he ain’t gonna step he’s tired, stop your noise and all of that chat
i threw 250 in a pot, i’m tryna get everything back

don’t do a diss that’s stupid, i know cupid, shoot man’s chest
don’t see me i’m in dxb, business flight, i got room to rest

you ain’t ever got it raw, so d+mn raw that there’s room to press
talk ’bout birds, there’s a few in the nest

you take 3 i’ll do up the rest
i told her ‘no’ but she threw on a dress
jeet that down with aggression, now it’s paragraphs, she wanna text

[verse 3 + lethal]
she wanna flex
she wants this pressure all in her neck

she try tell me how she likes birkins
all i like is money, baguettes
top corner, finesse
now homegirl is bringing man groceries…
just to get this d in her ovaries



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