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letra de outro - bic fizzle

[intro]
(ayo, donovan, heat that up)
(say breezy)

[chorus]
say, f-ck my critics, b-tch, they wan’ see me dead or in the prison
keep my bro when on the road and smart enough to tuck that glizzy
f-ck the critics, f-ck the blogs, f-ck the police, f-ck all y’all
thuggin’ with my gang, forever screamin’, “n-gga, we ball”

[verse 1]
don just blessed the beat
in atlanta with three sticks, i flew ’em out, three separate rooms, two of ’em for heavy, one for me
you know i’m a shootin’ star, so i keep shooters when i creep
i don’t want no scrubs, i bet we make your water fall you play with me
hey, baby, baby, baby, we go way back like tlc
i’m clark street so much, i don’t know if i’m in industry or in the street
still lil’ meech and larry just to front you or serve you a p
i ain’t even gotta put on none of my jewelry, they gon’ notice me
[chorus]
say, f-ck my critics, b-tch, they wan’ see me dead or in the prison
keep my bro when on the road and smart enough to tuck that glizzy
f-ck the critics, f-ck the blogs, f-ck the police, f-ck all y’all
thuggin’ with my gang, forever screamin’, “n-gga, we ball”

[verse 2]
ayy, diamonds on my neck, yeah, pimp these hoes for s-x
she don’t know this a hot car, i ain’t change the vin yet
hey, this draco come from pakistan, i shoot, can’t hold it steady
sk look like a guitar tip, but that b-tch hold a machete (ah, d-mn, the beat done?)

- bic fizzle

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