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lil bizzy asf - let's get it lyrics

[intro: lil bizzy]
oh sh+t n+gga
he ain’t gotta worry, these n+ggas ain’t outside
this my block
ah

[chorus: lil bizzy]
i’m like… let’s get it
i asked lil’ bro is he with it
’cause i got a 60 and you got a 60, got 120 shots, n+ggas know we got digits
and it’s up n+gga, i ain’t tryna talk sh+t out
told him f+ck a n+gga, i ain’t tryna speak sh+t over
glock in my hand, this b+tch don’t got a holster
you gon’ link with the hoe, think it’s cool, it’s over

[verse: lil bizzy & samedayjayy]
these n+ggas p+ssy, they hoes to me
bring glock, could let you do a song with me
try to reach in this seat, left his soul in the street
you gon’ die, you try takin’ a pole from me
hop out the car feelin’ scotty too hotty
i say “f+ck the dead”, ain’t n0body gon’ stop me
opp n+ggas lyin’, ain’t faced n0body
hopped out onna gs tryna face lil’ rodney
you gon’ die thinkin’ that you can save everybody
got hit with the heat, now this flame in his body
off with his head, thinking that he gon’ rob me
they took his gun but they left his body
i’m [?] and i’m bl!ckin’ fasho
hit the kickback up, everybody get low
free the real, f+ck everybody who told
we don’t beef with them n+ggas, they ain’t spinned ’bout bro
i just told my hoe “move around”, ’cause i’m vibin’ n+gga
label come with some m’s and i’m signin’ n+gga
i’ma superstar, still be slidin’ n+gga
see lil’ snakes, tryna hop out, divide ’em n+gga
i told lil’ tony to put down the dice
opps better stop, better take my advice
i told lil’ [?], “better stop with the lies”
pop out, hit [?] so he can’t live twice
go
they know i still be spinnin’, now wrap this b+tch up, come from bendin’
real slime living, you come over here with the steel, then you leaving this b+tch with no pipe
diss on the gram for the hype, dead where he stand for whatever he type
i told her she get whatever she like
you love me, i just want the lo’ for the night
hit the party without a invite
if we see a opp, then bl!ck on sight
i told bizzy to uh, get right
if he play in this b+tch then we takin’ his life
playin’ in here, win a whole lot of shots
spray and get near, and i’m switching his top
spinnin’ for fun and sometimes i can’t stop
it’s still f+ck the d.a., these ain’t bl!ckies, they props
but you dig…
took his brother up off of the grid
hank smoke pressure but 6k mid
paralyze, bro stretched
i’m spankin’ the kid
tell lil’ bro to stand over ’em, get it on vid
and i know he gon’ do it for sure
if it’s smoke, we can blow, put a tag on his toe
she tryna line me, i’m whacking the hoe
like bro, i ain’t going out sad in the 4

- lil bizzy asf lyrics

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