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tc2x & dii tii - wizzrd lyrics

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[hook]
that b-tch don’t love me that’s a fib
she just want a n-gga for to hit her
she keep snap chatting like she wanna get this wizzerk
she tryna treat my d-ck just like a wand she a wizrrd

all her friends hate me, they say she can do better
but she know better, i’m bout to get this cheddar
my mind on this money, so distract me, i can’t let her
my mind on this honey, i don’t think i’m finna tell her

[verse 1: tc2x]
d-mn why you b-tching?
why you arguing?
i’m about to pick this b-tch up like ‘n-gga what car you in?’
i don’t give a f-ck bout color, i’m bipartisan
n-gga i be making bumpers, i’m a artisan
and i don’t remember sh-t, my n-gga, i was on ecstasy
and you never make no hits, my n-gga, you irrelevant
and that dope was h-lla fire, please tell me who sell that sh-t
i can tell when something a lie i just look at who telling it
b-tch don’t act like you got cl-ss, when you know you a hoe
but that’s okay, if you got -ss, to my room we will go
and maybe you can blow
b-tch i’m a breathalyzer
look at his d-mn attire
tc h-lla fire
b-tch i’ll mesmerize ya

[verse 2]
i’m making music yo son h-lla inspired
i just picked up on my last verse
if she wanna smoke all she gotta do is ask first
she bout to catch a flight b-tch come and give me some of that -ss first
i can’t stand most rappers
n-ggas that be lying
like simba and mufasa
true yung don dada
i told you i gotcha
got all this ganja
i feel like a rasta
i take care of my mama
got green in my system tc power up like popeye
so clean disrespect me imma call all my moppahs
i got that salsa
i be watching narcos
i’m in love with tata
my b-tch mixed like a barcode
i’m wit it
young n-gga i’m wit it
i just bought new 11s
i don’t even think i can fit em
yeah i’m getting higher than the ceiling
i ain’t really with all the weak sh-t
n-ggas tryna find my weakness
but i ain’t even got no achilles
i ain’t even got no achilles

[hook]
that b-tch don’t love me that’s a fib
she just want a n-gga for to hit her
she keep snap chatting like she wanna get this wizzerk
she tryna treat my d-ck just like a wand she a wizrrd

all her friends hate me, they say she can do better
but she know better, i’m bout to get this cheddar
my mind on this money, so distract me, i can’t let her
my mind on this honey, i don’t think i’m finna tell her



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