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v9 - guzu shift lyrics

[intro: v9]
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ay blanco, run that sh+t up
(mmm, ay, come ‘ere)

[verse i: v9]
i smoke on dead (i smoke on dead), i’m smokin’ your friends (yeah)
i heard your boss got left with no head, his neck and head got drilled as well
i spin [?] and i spin through the l (let’s go)
got shots in the glock and opps on lock (grr, baow)
bullets gon’ put him in shock, lightning gun make him wobble and drop
(fi+ fi+) five second rule, let’s get him and duss (let’s go)
pick him up, drop him off (yeah)
i got your bro all over my blunt (dope, yeah)
he get caught tryna catch the train (how?)
said “it’s beef”, got shaved, and blazed mistake (brr)
i throw up the 9 like i’m droppin’ the rakes (yeah)
i’m in the 9 and i’m lookin for jay (come ‘ere)
let’s catch him, pr+nounce him (yeah), watch his friends announce him (announce him)
i’m charged up like a super saiyan (mmm), rage for my paigons (on god)
i feel like broly, i wanna go (let’s go), i wanna put on a show (that’s me)
spin through the 16 lettin’ off 16 (graah, graah, graah), you see me, i’ma do a boy greazy (yeah)

[chorus: v9]
spit on his grave, i’m way too cheeky, don’t play with the guzu, rudeboy, i’m sneaky (i’m sneaky, grr, baow)
leave homeboy leaking (take him down), i’m leavin’ him tweakin’ (yeah)
i ain’t just speakin’, i’ll send the reapers (i will), and send you back to jesus (you’re gone)
(what’s [?])
[verse ii: smokes]
(smokes) live and ready (live)
close one eye and i line him steady (rr+rr)
bro slapped my man (baow) but he denies it (haha)
why would i lie? that’s petty, it was there on the telly
i ain’t doin’ no footrace, little bro caught up already
i heard that the zk teared out his belly (ay, ying it)
they know how the badness goes
gotta get down my old school friend, now i feel like melly (i just did)
put my hands in the air, i don’t nae+nae
how the f+ck can i take in [?]? (how?)
do your homework, he chats like jmane
you know we get back, no lay+lay
your brudda got slapped and you’re takin’ a vacay (how?)
they know me, they know i let it rip like a bayblade (brr)
if my darg got dropped, we ain’t shoppin’ for day dates
mayday, we’re uppin’ the score on the same day (same day, brr)

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