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£r mmf - thrill (freestyle) lyrics

[hook: c biz]
i met your b-tch at the bar
i got your b-tch in my car
i’m reversing out the car park
i kicked your b-tch out my car
she must have brained me already
i must have f-cked her already
c biz i’m too thrill, none of these n-ggas are ready

[verse: c biz]
i met your b-tch at the bar
i got your chick in my car
i’m reversing out the car park
i kicked your b-tch out my car
imma keep stunting on all of you
made in concentrate like orange juice
n0body knows where my styles from
i do not know where i stole it from
when they ask me where my swags from
can’t remember where i bought it from
rapping for me is a bag of weed
cup of a ciroc and i let it bleed
too official like a referee
on my left wrist where my kettle be
i heard they took a shot and miss again
can’t hear n-ggas i am deaf again
n-ggas f-cking round with c biz
my bullets were made for an elephant
ready for war i’m a veteran
every opponent i’m better than
everybody feeling biz
n-ggas waiting just to dab again
mmf n-ggas are arrogant
take off your roof like the madison
eiffel tower on your b-tch
i got power like a switch
hold on let me roll a spliff
in the kitchen with the brick
c bizzle i ain’t fun and games
i’ll make it m lo, make it hurricane
crime watch or my watch
i make a mother miss her son again
standing beside me is peak
bad b-tch i keep her on fleek
187 that’s a homicide
i got sh-ll just like a beach
i got everybody panicking
bizzle fresher than a manikin
stamina like i’m a stallion
versace tire all italian
irritating like a pr-ck
put a mortgage on my wrist
i am nothing like these rappers
don’t compare me to a b-tch
i f-ck ’em one time with no replay
i’m in the game like its ea
c biz i ain’t just a rapper
i’ll spin your marrel like a dj
i’ll link your chick, i teach her sh-t
i buy her shoes, she eat the d-ck
i beat the p-ssy, send her home
i can’t believe you kissed the b-tch
trapperific that’s my lingo
independent, i’m the sh-t bro
i treat the booth like its therapy
f-ck up the beat like a nympho
i put plastic on my mic
i’ll gymnastic on a dike
b-tch i’m heavy with the metal
shoot a n-gga on site
i’m in the kitchen with the brick
i’ll make a mess, you’re talking sh-t
i can’t believe i paid the b-tch
can someone tell her eat the d-ck
i got python on my shoes
take off my jewels, i refuse
i’m the n-gga, i’m the truth
he must wanna make the news
i’ll be standing in my jewels
never lying in the booth
banging, i’m making him ooze
i’m a lion you a p-ss
never catch me sipping lean
i’ll set fire to the kush
i got your b-tch in my jeans
i’m invited to the p-ss
38 racks on my timepiece
i stack paper like a library
making money, ain’t no hiding it
spilling sauce like refinery
versace buckle where my chrome is
convertible whip like i’m homeless
n-ggas talking all this disrespect
i’ll put money where your dome is
red jacket like i’m michael
they’re calling me bad
c biz i’m a psycho
i’m making them dab

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