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letra de no kizzy - ddg & paidway t.o

[intro]
devo this sh-t hard

[chorus: ddg]
i know she miss me
i be sippin’ on henny, this sh-t got me dizzy
n-gga no kizzy
if it ain’t about money, my n-gga don’t hit me
convertible top coupe, i grew up in the struggle but d-mn it i got through
it’s me and it’s not you
i did not want to leave, but baby i got to
what you gon’ do when i leave for real?
none of this sh-t you be doin’ for feel
none of this sh-t i need to heal
shawty be trippin’, she need to chill (mmmm)
pop this sh-t open, don’t need the seal
tired of the millions, i need a bill’

[verse 1: ddg]
she wanna speak, but i don’t want to chop it up
please don’t open your mouth ’till you top it up
i get these b-tches so wet i had to mop it up
said you know mе, but now i keep on poppin’ up
i love like teenagers, i lovе me an ebony
k!ll the p-ssy, i caught me a felony
these b-tches want me, the drip is too heavenly
this suit bad, i can rock it with [?]
ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
don’t do relations
all these n-ggas want to be my friend, ’cause they see i made it
last week i f-cked his hoe, and i won’t say sh-t
i don’t fall in love no more, ’cause all these b-tches basic
[chorus: ddg]
i know she miss me
i be sippin’ on henny, this sh-t got me dizzy
n-gga no kizzy
if it ain’t about money, my n-gga don’t hit me
convertible top coupe, i grew up in the struggle but d-mn it i got through
it’s me and it’s not you
i did not want to leave, but baby i got to
what you gon’ do when i leave for real?
none of this sh-t you be doin’ for feel
none of this sh-t i need to heal
shawty be trippin’, she need to chill (mmmm)
pop this sh-t open, don’t need the seal
tired of the millions, i need a bill’

[verse 2: paidway t.o]
pop me a perc and i seal the deal
stack up the money and stash a mil’
when i hold the glock, i shoot to k!ll
i hit the l!ck and got out of there
run in yo’ crib while yo momma there
i do not care if your son is there
i’m in l.a., these b-tches be thick as a b-tch, i’m sorry i gotta stare
ain’t no more fightin’, we bringin’ the sticks
i got a glock, it’s 30 my clique
this is a .40, this b-tch got a kit
shoot at the opps, don’t care who i hit
he wanna fight, ’cause i’m f-ckin’ his b-tch
she wanna f-ck with a n-gga that’s lit
i’m off a perc and i’m breakin’ her hip
pull out the d-ck and i nut on her lip
[chorus: ddg]
i know she miss me
i be sippin’ on henny, this sh-t got me dizzy
n-gga no kizzy
if it ain’t about money, my n-gga don’t hit me
convertible top coupe, i grew up in the struggle but d-mn it i got through
it’s me and it’s not you
i did not want to leave, but baby i got to
what you gon’ do when i leave for real?
none of this sh-t you be doin’ for feel
none of this sh-t i need to heal
shawty be trippin’, she need to chill (mmmm)
pop this sh-t open, don’t need the seal
tired of the millions, i need a bill’

- ddg paidway t o

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