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roy deezy - cujo lyrics

[hook]
look at the way i be sh+ttin’ on n+ggas
i be gettin’ this money and stackin’ that dough
i made it, they hatin, they hate that i made it
they can say what they want but they already know

[verse 1]
load up them choppas, and b+tch if you know about me in these streets you would know i ain’t talkin’ no motorbike
yeah, i roll with them shottas, so think ‘fore you speak ‘cause my n+ggas, they tweak and they cold as ice
they pull up to yo’ crib where you live to collect what you owe, so it’s best that you know the price
they don’t stress ‘bout who’s home at night, ‘cause they’ll run in that b+tch and lеave messes likе poltergeists
real top like a overbite, y’all n+ggas be all in the way on the opposite
y’all never accomplish sh+t, ‘cause sometimes y’all be doin’ too much like metropolis
i just want me a bag, a b+tch, and a bath, to peel back the roof just to feel the breeze
i f+ck with n+ggas from 9+0, bucktown, danville, out west, champaign, and k!lla’ keys
mothaf+ck if you feelin’ me, i don’t need validation from none of you n+ggas
i can’t even stomach you n+ggas, if i had a gun, i’d shoot every one of you n+ggas
bang! kevin durant on the chain, team full of shooters that be on the roster
i’ll hit ‘em up and that’s word to big poppa, y’all gon’ need more than a doctor
b+tch, when i call up them shottas

[hook]
look at the way i be sh+ttin’ on n+ggas
i be gettin’ this money and stackin’ that dough
i made it, they hatin, they hate that i made it
they can say what they want but they already know
look at the way i be sh+ttin’ on n+ggas
i be gettin’ this money and stackin’ that dough
i made it, they hatin, they hate that i made it
they can say what they want but they already know
[verse 2]
not to test dude, ‘cause them guns is out like lex lu’
and the b+tch that’s with me got a donkey ass, and she be draggin’ that strap through
young fly n+gga, no layover, ain’t nothin’ out of my range rover
these rob’ jeans that i rock, g, cost 500, daytona
you just jumped off the porch, you a shorty to me (shorty to me)
i keep two .45s like a quarter to 3, uh
you can’t tell me nothin’ like kanye
and this audemar on my wrist cost me 3 stacks, andré
i’m a big dog, cujo, keep shootas with me like cool coast
drink ace of spades on my day to day because i hate chris like caruso
i got a checklist for my vet b+tch, i just draw it up and she do so
and one thing that i do know (is)
you just jumped off the porch, you a shorty to me
i’m ray charles with the work, that’s a quarter a key
uh, you can’t tell me nothin’ like kanye
and this audemar on my wrist cost me 3 stacks, andré
i’m a big dog

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