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letra de tycoon - mozzy

[verse 1]
she diggin’ in the ash tray ’cause she a doobie smoker
jumpin’ out this red rari with this super soaker
wheelchair can’t save you, n-ggas’ll push you over
sour patch inside this wood, got a different odor
ay, cussin’ out my b-tch, hardly ever sober
i be cussin’ out my n-gga, he done sold the blower (theodork)
suckers out here loafin’, we gon’ blow his motor
old ass trey five seven, you guys deserve a holster
post to poke him in the pen but you ain’t get the kite
it ain’t no option when you bangin’, b-tch, this sh-t for life (pebbles)
wockesha and lil’ trisha got me missin’ flights
i’m finna blow down on this hoe, i think she in the heights

[chorus]
suckers lookin’ for me, then tell ’em to, “slide through”
turned lil’ dootie to a doobie, them p-ssies can die too
ay, all my n-ggas trained to go on sight
choppa with double d’s, drop the low and you iced
you slidin’ with you yeekie, i slither with mine too
cubicles in your carti, it’s glitter in mine too
now a days, when there’s smoke, they take it straight to the neck
for the temporary clout that don’t amount to respect, n-gga huh

[verse 2]
free scalene, i’ll never buy a b-tch celine
dopest n-gga out my jurisdiction out of me and skeem
cha-ching, yeah, that’s the chicken callin’
them little fiddles that you owe me, i ain’t trippin’ off it
she sprinkle powder on her nipple, i’m a sniff it off it
100 g’s for all them p’s, i’m finna get it off ’em, yeah
i’m sippin’ often, that’s the only thing that heal a n-gga
you better not cry ’bout my death until you k!ll a n-gga
wolfin’ on the mozzy, you for real, my n-gga?
like i ain’t put a chain around you when you came around me
you ain’t gon squeeze when it get greasy, you can’t hang around me
we never loafin’, rather play the bounty, on pebbles
[chorus]
suckers lookin’ for me, then tell ’em to, “slide through”
turned lil’ dootie to a doobie, them p-ssies can die too
ay, all my n-ggas trained to go on sight
choppa with double d’s, drop the low and you iced
you slidin’ with you yeekie, i slither with mine too
cubicles in your carti, it’s glitter in mine too
now a days, when there’s smoke, they take it straight to the neck
for the temporary clout that don’t amount to respect, n-gga huh

- mozzy

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