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rimzee - magazine lyrics

[intro: youngs teflon]
uh, uh
(5ive music)

[verse 1: youngs teflon]
had the shotty, had the spinners, don’t forget about them semis
i can think i had more esses than mississippi
they hit you on the bed, now you’re sipping through the tube
your brothers gon’ have to start call you mr. sippy
my old girl a fed, couldn’t ever miss a hickey
said she’s calling jakes, good thing i hid the bl!cky
fell out with my bro, situation kinda sticky
’cause i love his mum and he love mine, but it’s all tricky
i was in my teens living like a miskeen
only reason they were ripped, i had a dagger in my jeans
now it’s zero mileage on my nеw car and my clothes
six men in the barrеl, i be running with my woes
if the ratio poor, i’m bringing sand to the beach
1942 and then it’s back for the screech
had beef since young, i got saved by the bells
but i never failed school, got my grades on the shelf

[chorus: berwyn]
how you mean?
course we got drive and gasoline
just come back from a mazzaleen
see my face in a magazine
star boy
how you mean?
course we got drive and gasoline
just come back from a mazzaleen
see my face in a magazine
star boy (star boy)
[verse 2: rimzee]
yo, uh, whip got no mileage
too much money, i can’t hide it
ap skelly, don’t need no stylist
meetings with my n+gga
nine bills on dinner
you know i got this trap sh+t in my soul, bryson tiller
got it out the pyrex
went and made a hundred in this nike tech
hood n+ggas still answer private
circle your ends like a mosh pit
came up doing block sh+t
now a n+gga eating with chopsticks
preference
this glock came with extension
my t got more raw than a engine
never been a one to run
i remember selling one on one
now my jeanius jeans one of one
my trap line banging
i hit the streets, i feel like clint in paris
plus i rap white, eminem
one fifty for the skeleton
my amex platinum, i ain’t american

- rimzee lyrics

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