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zivy - homestudio lyrics

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(intro)

murder murder, k!ller on the mic, sinner on the side
chicken dinner, winner in the night, widow her you might
supa hot k!ller with the bite, miller for the fight
that’s right, i’m coming for your head yeah!

(hook)

chicka-chicka, i’m a lil slim shady
but brown, call me a lil naezy
bit crazy, these other rappers
can’t faze me, optic sc-mpy, locks three, shots 3
bots free, and i’m living the dream
sinning, but winning for free
homestudio now, but soon sold out seats
fourteen, when i threw my dream

(verse 1)

old dream, and i rapped out my own scene
i was trapped out when they cloned me
but they bored me so i phoned three
showed me and i foed three that’s so me, oh me, oh me

rapping for the art, not the tart or the dough
money moves all i’m keeping on a low
reaching for more, and i’m spitting folklore
so women in my dms go “show more, show more!”

haribo, by my pen and pad
so i take you home, and i bring you back
you then ring me fast, sing me facts
ring-ting for maps, singing is raps

so bling-bling for tomorrow
let’s go a fling-fling yeah no sorrow
when i win-win for tomorrow and i borrow
all my drawer sorrow, chicka-chicka!

(hook)

chicka-chicka, i’m a lil slim shady
but brown, call me a lil naezy
bit crazy, these other rappers
can’t faze me, optic sc-mpy, locks three, shots 3
bots free, and i’m living the dream
sinning, but winning for free
homestudio now, but soon sold out seats
fourteen, when i threw my dream

(verse 2 )

i say no more, you people are beneath me
cheat me, h-ll yeah you beneath me
say that again, i’ll unsheath three
run free oh yeah, run three

i’m talking miles, yeah no kms, yeah
flow so fire cause mayhems
can’t blame ‘em cause i flame ‘em
these beats i rape ‘em and i vape ‘em

chicka-chicka was how it all got started
em on the back now i bow for i charted
started, to go through with my hearted
friends for whom i’ll die keep guarded

reap no thing, but her eyes do the glow thing
she a thottie but she don’t do the gloating
mycroft bride sh-t bloating, sugar coating
enroute to my show ting, chicka-chicka!

(hook)

chicka-chicka, i’m a lil slim shady
but brown, call me a lil naezy
bit crazy, these other rappers
can’t faze me, optic sc-mpy, locks three, shots 3
bots free, and i’m living the dream
sinning, but winning for free
homestudio now, but soon sold out seats
fourteen, when i threw my dream

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