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mizzy coke - wyd lyrics

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i ain’t even mean to k!ll this
guess we can call that manslaughter
my heart blacker than flint water
but i’m still ballin like i’m vince carter
she be looking at me, i must be important
b-tch i’m looking gorgeous, you can’t ignore this
i was the poorest, now i’m like poorless
i do a couple things you can’tafford, b-tch
seen a bunch of things i can’t ignore, b-tch
a couple more years i’ll be on the forbes list
never forfeit, i’m in the office
often, overtime all on my mind
i’m on the grind, don’t wanna get signed
f-ck that, labels looking at me looking like a lunch pack
more like steak and lobster, thank you kevin rodgers
welcome on my side
don’t care about a ‘rollie’
we hungry, we hogging the hoagie
so if you got a rollie we gonna rob you for real
my cuzzo be mobbin for real and i already got me a deal
but i want a milli, my momma forrealli
so she can feel freer than willie forreal
i met me a crazy hoe, hit it and let her go
now i think she wanna k!ll me forreal

look
i’m self made, straight independant
don’t let a b-tch ever end a friendship
i stay high, need an intervention
my body count? i don’t need a mention
your b-tch in the kitchen whippin sauces and peppers (woo)
will you ever stop me? no never (woo)
white boy like conor mcgregor but i’ll make it rain like money mayweather

f-cking your b-tch cause you boring
bout to be rich when i’m touring
f-ck a bus i want a foreign
she let me bust it in the morning
yea you were probably snorin
i k!lled this sh-t without a warning
i k!lled this sh-t without a chorus
my pockets look like curt warners

i’m back on my sh-t
hop on a jet, like a pilot i know i’ll be fly to my death
you feeling my vibe and you catching my drift
when you look at my eyes and see that i’m lit
probably chilling with your chick all on me homie
that the main reason why you feel lonely homie
you ain’t the only homie, i don’t trust no hoe
i’m tryna make a millie and f-ck every hoe in philly
we gon find out with a bom bom bom chicka-tell me what you want right now
look into my eyes, i love being high because it’s just my style
hoe, no way! sorry god imma be late!
these b-tches from way back in the day, get the f-ck out my face
drinking and smoking all day!
there’s money out here to be made

aye, i know that you saw that, i’m sorry bout’ partyin that’s just the way that i chose
i’m smoking on violet, that loud won’t be quiet so i gotta let everyone know
yo, she feeling my season and digging my flow
i told he my name but she already knew
she riding like she was a part of my crew
prolly why shes f-cking with me and not you

if you speaking this evening
just give me one reason
i wake up and blaze up till i’m not breathing
i’m tellin my people, they love it
i’m somewhat misleading
i’m nice but this sh-t got not point in competing
think i’m outta control so let everyone know that i’m burning my bridges and robbing the homes
mobbing like i was alphonse capone
the devil keep’s knocking but n0bodys home!

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