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letra de phc la la - azizi gibson

[verse 1: azizi gibson]

right here, this is where you lost your luck
cause rapper such and such f-cked around and got you punched
first i heard it from your boy, then from your tongue
n-gga i’m a crazy f-ck, might snap and k!ll your son
but before they try to put me in the pen again
i left sherry’s dead body in the present
i had to tell you cause i didn’t leave no evidence
except for note that said “f-ck you and this b-tch”

now who the f-ck left azizi off the leash again?
no one answered cause i’ve already eating them
for you corny -ss n-ggas i defeated them
conquered them
born to do, same sh-t, i play to win
but i be f-cking b-tches up with my d-ck now
last chick, -ss fat i blew her back out
b-tch got it fixed, came back i blew it back out
story of my life, that’s your wife
who are you? wooooow

kids? bet i got a few now
all of these b-tches that i came in and ran out
see pete tryna hit a n-gga with the boom bow
north’s f-cked up but baby girl your life will pan out
sh-t but a n-ggas got problems
bigger issues and economics
i got a fist full, i’m trynna start sh-t
so when ya’ll n-ggas fight
imma dip and work on my sh-t
ya’ll n-ggas need to use your time wisely
cause whack rappers be the main n-ggas here grinding
why is everybody so worked up on timing?
just drop yo sh-t, get a pimp, put him on son
d-mn right now your n-gga is here is on one
his verse super sick, suck my d-ck b-tch, we on some
prehistoric motherf-cking pterodactyl arson
we gon’ beat your -ss, watch your -ss, put your guard up

[hook : azizi gibson]
hide your weed, hide your b-tch, hide your phone
cause when we come throoooough
(it’s all (?))
i said it’s the f-ck you
(p-p-p-p-patroooon)
and n-gga i don’t know youuu
(so it’s best you go n-gga)
but real sh-t shut the f-ck up i am serious
the worst thing that you could ever do is get curious
don’t be naive, like the grapevine, won’t hear your sh-t
p-h till i f-cking die, suck my d-ck

[verse 2: azizi gibson]
sh-t i’m chilling on a futon
watching workaholics, smoking weed, on my laptop
writing to this beat while i’m chilling next to irock
thinking about the bullsh-t i did last week dawg
sh-t so bad i won’t speak on
but on the low key it just took me to my peek point
all of you b-tch -ss n-ggas you are so doint
f-ck it roll a joint, call some hoes, put on old boy
yeah, you n-ggas getting old boy
only see n-ggas yo age at your show boy
f-ck you n-gga you can keep being a dope boy
no offense to them but you could laugh up on the throne boy
imma do her while you can do you boy
you n-ggas get mad cause you dated her -ss in school boy
i’m a smoking jack, kiss my -ss i’m immune boy
you gon’ get your sh-t spent, pet some p-ssy, you are too boy

don’t f-ck with me
i’m not that type of n-gga that you keep for company
but b-tch i own the company
prehistoric crew… n-gga f-ck with me

hide your weed, hide your b-tch, hide your phone
cause when we come throoooough
(it’s all (?))
i said it’s the f-ck you
(p-p-p-p-patroooon)
and n-gga i don’t know yooouuu
(so it’s best you go n-gga)
but real sh-t shut the f-ck up i am serious
the worst thing that you could ever do is get curious
don’t be naive, like the grapevine, won’t hear your sh-t
p-h till i f-cking die, you can suck my d-ck

we out

- azizi gibson

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