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rizzy (finnese season) – silly me lyrics

[intro: danny block, -$olidthahustla-]
yeah, aye
yeah
-finnese, gang-
yeah
uh
yeah
[verse 1: danny block]
i’m back in this, b-tch
keep asking for sh-t, like this sh-t gone sound like my [?]
drop to the floor
don’t act like you know
i’m still tryna [?}
too faded to p-ss
this smoke [?} days/daze
you look like you dying of thirst
[?]
if that’s what they say, i guess then yo b-tch coming first
these labels [?]
i got everything but time
no, i do not wanna sign
i swallow my pride
yo b-tches they swallowing mine
working for nickels and dimes
i feel like i’m lost
i handle sh-t like a boss
b-tch, i’m a d-ck, i’m a dog
nothin’ to lose
i got everything to prove
everyone, chuck up the deuce
can’t handle my track out
she give the neck, blow her back out
forty-five on till i p-ss out
we stuck in a loop
[?]
everyone act, then i act out
back on the trues
everyone move like i do
stack up the cash for the crew
back to the back
putting the city on maps
yeah ya’ boy back on the track

[hook]
[?]

[verse 2: t-rizzy]
heard me on the spot and i neva’ ever choke
worst fear is going broke so i’m neva’ ever broke
and you n-ggas ain’t sh-t so you use that sh-t to cope
i just get in n-ggas hopes, you just get in n-ggas jokes
back to the- back to the- back to the benz
if you hating on a n-gga then you know you just a fan
if you grinded just to get it then you know just what it is
if i’m rollin’ in the benz and i’m countin’ up my m’s
and i’m rolling up a backwood, n-gga feelin’ good
i don’t really like to dis’ but i know a n-gga should
if a n-gga wanna trip then i wish a n-gga would
and i’m feeling real good homie [?]
n-ggas wanna talk and forgot who i was
n-gga this is what i does
and you n-ggas kinda dubs
and i’ll leave you in the dust
and i’m shaking off the rust
i don’t give no b-tch my trust
and i’m- aye
nineteen grinding harder than a lot of you n-ggas
a lot of you n-ggas around here win the lottery n-gga
i’m tired of you n-ggas
i might just end up fightin’ you n-ggas
and i ain’t riding with you n-gga, i can’t lie to you n-gga
i ain’t trying on this sh-t
you can’t ride with the clique
you just lying for the b-tch
bro, you need to need a grip
you can’t ever hit my chick
[?]
now she commenting on my pics, n-gga

[hook]
[?]

[verse 3: $olidthahustla]
these n-ggas be trying but you can’t play the enemy
i’m up in the kitchen and i’m cooking up remedy
and know we [?] f-ck n-gga, no -ssembly
nutted all on her face and i’m just like, “silly me”
[?]
and in winning in the race, i’m leaving i miss the breeze
walk right out the trap, throw the money on the floor
and i might need a rake, i pick it up like some leaves
she all on me, she said she like my st–z
my trues [?] its [?] and og’s
b-tter comes with the fish, you ever approach me
and the feds be on me, so i move lowkey
so every day i just thumb to the bands
b-tch i ain’t neva’ need a motherf-ckin’ friend
these n-ggas ain’t even f-cking riding till the end
they ain’t even f-ckin stick to the plan

[outro: $olidthahustla]
f-ck
they ain’t even stick to the plan
so how the f-ck

- rizzy finnese season lyrics

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