letra de fuji (feat. cza said & nawf side) - breeo

fuji (feat. cza said & nawf side) lyrics
verse 1 [breeo]:
i need my wallet fat
i’m a chubby chaser
yo producer don’t run with the indiana pacers
so you ain’t up to our pace b-tch, halftime shows
i been on my grind so i half pipe hoes
all these halfway rappers, ion have time hoe
my whole gang pass the blunt like a pastime hoe
my wolf pack bite, yo whole pack might fold
make you pack your clothes
woah, sh-t
i been hitting dabs, i start to feel like i’m a zombie
i think my lungs might just hate me putting chronic in my body
putting toxins in my liver, make me shiver, i don’t vomit
not a spitter, not a quitter, typa sh-t to make you frolic
i might throw a fit you get your fit from abercrombie fitch
mitch-ll & ness, i got this balling sh-t inside my stitch
i been all up in that p-ssy like a gynecologist
i been hanging with the aliens like we lilo & stitch
white boy, big body, keep it cool just like a fridge
if this is a dream i don’t think i would ever want a pinch
clutch time in the spur of the moment, coaching like i’m popovich
i know different homies with the sticks like it’s nintendo switch

verse 2 [cza said]:
icing bodies out is fire to the eyes
i’m not getting compromised
i rock harder in disguise
this sh-t is deeper in my mind
my brain is bitter when i’m fly
i don’t play across the lines
mobstock shooting rockets out
rarity compared to my ideology of living happy
smoking weed and living nice like i was meant to be a prodigy
ain’t nothin but a dream of success that one day we’ll achieve
and we’ll still be the nicest people in this whole universe
got some homies from the burbs
selling weed across the board
smoking weed until i’m bored
and grab a hoe before i go
but don’t forget to pack the bowl
and leave a gram above my door
i’ll right my wrongs before i’m gone
and leave my home with no remorse
hook [both]:
i just mowed the grass, gotta watch out for the snakes
i ain’t never been no drew brees, i ain’t ever been no saint
i sold drugs and that’s ok
i don’t know a different way
going hard in the paint
i ain’t claim to be no saint
i just mowed the grass, gotta watch out for the snakes
i ain’t never been no drew brees, i ain’t ever been no saint
i sold drugs and that’s ok
i don’t know a different way
going hard in the paint
i ain’t claim to be no saint

verse 2 [nawf side]:
i ain’t ever claim to be no goodie
smoke like h-ll i prolly shouldn’t
but i do it anyway, anyway (anyway)
get intoxicated on a daily basis
smoke a fatty with a homie
potent is the minimum, that’s basic
work my job nocturnal
smoke weed slow like turtle
i be hoggin’ the blunt, hoggin’ the blunt, hoggin’ the blunt (aye)
my last name a curse tho
lay me in a he-rs- bro
do it all for big bro, and his lil bentley
i’m big dawg like big show
bitter sweet like mentos
seen wife turn to widow, or he serving 20
dressin’ like a skater boy, skater boy
rollin onna baker board, baker board, baker board yeah
roll so deep we overboard, overboard yeah
swing like tiger with a sword, with a sword yeah
(yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, let’s f-cking go)
verse 4 [breeo]:
hop out the nissan that b-tch died on me just like old geezer
people hating on the rapping like they ebeneezer
had to cut some features, now i’m in the stu with cza
i woke up hungover, fix it with some weed & pizza
what happened last night, there’s a hole in my wall
the police got called, and people flocking in through the door
they kicked that sh-t in, broke that sh-t right offa the hinge
she fighting a b-tch, ion know you get the f-ck out my crib

hook:
i just mowed the grass, gotta watch out for the snakes
i ain’t never been no drew brees, i ain’t ever been no saint
i sold drugs and that’s ok
i don’t know a different way
going hard in the paint
i ain’t claim to be no saint
i just mowed the grass, gotta watch out for the snakes
i ain’t never been no drew brees, i ain’t ever been no saint
i sold drugs and that’s ok
i don’t know a different way
going hard in the paint
i ain’t claim to be no saint

- breeo

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