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rizzoo rizzoo - learn from boosie lyrics

[intro: rizzoo rizoo]
rizzoo rizzoo
rizzoo rizzoo cuttin’ up
stop playin’
yeah
like, i’m prepared for whatever
win, lose, draw, i don’t take no losses
we only learn from
bossed up
it’s hot

[chorus: rizzoo rizzoo & stunna 4 vegas]
i heard rizzoo took a l and he fell off
but them racks in my pocket, say i’m well off
took the b+tch, grind them ‘bows, turn my scale on
when it come to the north, b+tch, i’m well known
get him hit the same price as my styrofoam
on westheimer swervin’ through a pothole
gettin’ money like i hit the lotto (lotto)
thick yellow b+tch look like mulatto
i learned from boosiе, we don’t talk ’bout it ’til it’s done (’til it’s done)
i stack that brеad for all them nights when it was crumbs (when it was crumbs)
talk to the devil, can’t let you take me from my son (i can’t)
you can’t have my soul but trade my heart out for a gun (let’s go)

[verse 1: stunna 4 vegas & rizzoo rizzoo]
my lil’ n+gga love to bomb, he tried to catch and murder one (come on)
he kept rappin’ ’bout them bodies, we ain’t never heard of one (cap, cap, cap)
play, he lay, that’s if he try me, n+gga better bring his gun, b+tch
’cause i keep mine beside me, lil’ bruh ‘nem shoot sh+t for fun (uh)
i had to fall back, they say i fell off (come on)
f+ck rap, we was tryna knock a head off (what else?)
get the whole box gone ‘fore it mail off (let’s go)
i get his whole block gone when the bands drop
i get a opp stopped (b+tch)
i get his whip flipped like a coin toss
know i send a hit like a mob boss
this bl!ck make him drip like i’m with sauce (he’s bleedin’) (it’s hot)
[chorus: rizzoo rizzoo]
i heard rizzoo took a l and he fell off
but them racks in my pocket, say i’m well off
took the b+tch, grind them ‘bows, turn my scale on
when it come to the north, b+tch, i’m well known
get him hit the same price as my styrofoam
on westheimer swervin’ through a pothole
gettin’ money like i hit the lotto (lotto)
thick yellow b+tch look like mulatto
i learned from boosie, we don’t talk ’bout it ’til it’s done (sh)
i stack that bread for all them nights when it was crumbs (it was crumbs)
talk to the devil, can’t let you take me from my son (i can’t)
you can’t have my soul but trade my heart out for a gun
(it’s hot)

[verse 2: rizzoo rizzoo]
man, these n+ggas so fake and they act like hoes
fake love in the air, made me hold my nose
went broke, got it back, did it on my own
been stabbed in the back, made my heart so cold
city in the trap, it get off them ‘bows
rap n+ggas [pm?], man, them n+ggas really trolls
gettin’ money always been my motive
amg goin’ fast, hit a motor (skrrt, skrrt)
don’t f+ck with a slime, cut the head off a cobra
don’t tell me you love me then cross me over
paranoid, sleepin’ with a pistol on the sofa
with these b+tches, they’re sl!ck and smooth just like lotion
ain’t tryna rent it out, n+gga, i want a [?]
can’t fall off, n+gga, when i drip sauce
tryna buy back the block, call me rick ross (it’s hot)
[chorus: rizzoo rizzoo]
i heard rizzoo took a l and he fell off
but them racks in my pocket, say i’m well off
took the b+tch, grind them ‘bows, turn my scale on
when it come to the north, b+tch, i’m well known
get him hit the same price as my styrofoam
on westheimer swervin’ through a pothole
gettin’ money like i hit the lotto (lotto)
thick yellow b+tch look like mulatto
i learned from boosie, we don’t talk ’bout it ’til it’s done (sh)
i stack that bread for all them nights when it was crumbs (it was crumbs)
talk to the devil, can’t let you take me from my son (i can’t)
you can’t have my soul but trade my heart out for a gun (it’s hot)

[outro: boosie badazz]
[?], b+tch+ass n+gga
yeah
we don’t talk ’til it’s done

- rizzoo rizzoo lyrics

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