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patrick cc: - no kizzy lyrics

[intro]
i’m not calling you yeroc
(nick, that’s my favorite)
(pretty boy ron)
yeroc, go

[chorus: yeroc]
i’m in the porsche truck, that b+tch go
i got too many b+tches to care ’bout a hoe
f+ck up a check when i walk in the store
got a freak lil’ b+tch, she doing the most
black lives matter, can’t f+ck with no racist
crazy how they hate cause’ you a different race
driving through the suburbs, feeling out of place
i’m just getting gas, they staring my way
the system is set up, want me to fail, but instead, i’m raising h+ll
got a lightskin b+tch she serving them bales
my n+gga t’d up, he just got out of jail
joining the team we gon’ show you how to makе some money
zay used to just laugh, but now ain’t sh+t funny
hе got set up, that boy he a dummy
my b+tch bad even when she bummy

[verse 1: yeroc]
stop, drop, and roll
this young n+gga hot, like to make five bands off the stuff in this pot
don’t be posting no more, they just want me to drop
i got bands in designer, don’t care bout that sh+t
only thing i care about is just movin’ legit
n+ggas think they t’d up, they don’t know i been lit
she my shawty, my girl, she gon’ bring us the lit
i’m gon’ spin your block, we gon’ find out what’s going on in yo’ hood
i’m high as f+ck, smoke like four woods
i’m back on these juggs now i feel good
i’m an ‘ella baby, that’s understood
n+ggas they rap, cap, no kizzy, d+ck so deep in her throat get busy
she took a shower, her hair getting frizzy
i need me a bad b+tch from the city
[verse 2: kt6900]
got your main hoe wanna f+ck, no kizzy
told her that she gotta wait, cause’ i’m busy
ridin’ round with them glocks, and the drum hold fifty
we spin your block till’ a n+gga get dizzy
ridin’ with them sticks like c+o+d
play with my gang, get p+o+p’ed
i told my n+ggas i got em, we came from the bottom, now we headed straight to the t+o+p
spittin’ straight facts to these n+ggas, no kizzy
i got some racks on me, no kizzy
i put some money on my head, told them broke n+ggas don’t spend your last on me, no kizzy
i’m going up, that why these n+ggas hate now
ten run it up, all you gotta do is stay down
if you running up, then your ass finna lay down
my n+gga gon’ slide like we on the playground
f+ck all the rap cap, f+ck all the app cap, these n+ggas knowing we having the motion
right in the knapsack, that’s where my racks at, my hundreds blue, n+gga just like the ocean
back when i was broke, i would just take y’all’s
came out that field n+gga like baseball
n+gga’s ain’t seen me like ray charles, now a young n+gga just finna take off

[chorus: yeroc]
i’m in the porsche truck, that b+tch go
i got too many b+tches to care ’bout a hoe
f+ck up a check when i walk in the store
got a freak lil’ b+tch, she doing the most
black lives matter, can’t f+ck with no racist
crazy how they hate cause’ you a different race
driving through the suburbs, feeling out of place
i’m just getting gas, they staring my way
the system is set up, want me to fail, but instead, i’m raising h+ll
got a lightskin b+tch she serving them bales
my n+gga t’d up, he just got out of jail
joining the team we gon’ show you how to make some money
zay used to just laugh, but now sh+t ain’t funny
he got set up, that boy he a dummy
my b+tch bad even when she bummy

- patrick cc lyrics

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