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lord sizzle - bodega genesis lyrics

i’m counting kryptonite, i got this dollar sign on my chest
that’s why i never leave the crib without a bulletproof vest
i got a mess on my hand, johann schmidt of the land
can of watermelon ‘zona, eat her out on the cran
toed vans in the summer, ghost whipping a hummer
cold sipping aquafina, i’m a certified stunna
i’m dumb and dumber on the bald-headed samson
i’m buddha-stancin’, food and liquor in my belly
i’m going loopy and prancin’ on a divit where i left ’em
and you know i bless ’em b-tches, they in my vessel
b-lls in her hand like cecil fielder, i run the kessel
done and you take the lesser
yes, i’m pullin’ sess out like bespin
messing my f-ckin’ braid up
rope-a-dope on a paycut
baking the good at wakeup
d-mn it, her p-ssy slayed
basin sipping in bas-m-nts
resin flicking, i’m wasted
b-tches bellies is basted
b-tches faces is pasted
bullets flying, i’m k-swiss wearing
and running faceless
chicklet eviscerating the b-tches that say i’m tasteless
getting dome but i’m brainless
i drown my ramen in the ayahuasca, now i’m nameless
pondering where the flame is

- lord sizzle lyrics

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