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letra de hizi stanza - ogj & yung mos

[verse: ogj]
got my hand on the shift no automatic
yeah bro i lift i’m problematic
you look at the ceiling i’m in the attic
i smoke weed like i’m an addict
so much smoke you might need to fan it
i got connects no need to panic
s on my chest and i need no padding
chief in command yeah i hit the plan in
i am no jew i can’t die for your sin
i got the juice when you bringing the gin
i heard your sh-t it belongs in the bin
yellow brick road no heart in this tin
you don’t know where i have been
you don’t know what i have seen
so don’t judge me when i get my lean
(don’t judge me when i get my lean)
i speak without seeking apology
you don’t know sh-t bout my geography
(my geography)
i got n-ggas b-tches that’s calling me
i’m at the top where i’m supposed to be
rip to that n-gga nip (r.i.p)
pass me the cup i’ll take a sip
show me a scale i’ll make a flip
huduma money ain’t gonn fix sh-t on some real sh-t (no)
i’m struggling, my son gotta eat while i’m thugging
my pops wouldn’t eat when i’m hungry
you gotta stay real when sh-ts ugly
i’m always in flight call me sully
every girl i meet call me honey
you heard me spitting sh-t ain’t funny
i chase the bag like a nose i’m running
50s 100s just the money i want
all this waiting’s gonna break me apart
we be k!lling sh-t with that n-gga mos
amg running sh-t like some bosses
we always tryna bounce back from them losses
they didn’t love us when we were down
they didn’t love us and now we gone
[verse: yung mos]
mi nilianza hii sh-t bila scale (eh?)
nili dance juu ilikam na the smell (nilidance juu ilikam na the smell)
nikianza ku spit hizi stanza nadai tu ma ganji na ganja as well (ganji na ganja young n-gga)
put the bud in the paper, i’m lighting that thing up
i muddy the sprite with my n-ggas (muddy that sh-t)
i tatted the fam on my left hand
you must be r-t-rded my n-ggas will make you a target yea!
you can earn your stripes boy we been made
you b-tch made, i can’t stand you like a dead leg (uh)
tryin to f-ck the world i bought a death bed (deathbed)
and i need the music like the meth heads (methhead)
uh, catch me cruising with my headphones (headphones)
man hizo story za upuzi got my head wrong (b-tch!)
every day feel like the same song, got me shuffling my feet tryin to switch it up
i was in the sun, if it’s police then we run
i heard pete bout to pull up i told him pick me up
and i seen my homie hit the big leagues hit him tryin to smoke he think i’m tryin to tell him big me up (lil sh-t)
i been tryin to get it since a lil kid (lil kid) rolling with my brother call me phineas (uh)
underground like a hobbit in nairobi told him “chill man! you don’t want beef like an indian” (you don’t want beef lil n-gga)
the product is stamped with insignia
stayed independent to stand on our dignity (amg)
i make your spot look like syria ‘sa mi nafaa tu ku practise serenity (b-tch)
juu si ni cold-blooded amphibian
my n-ggas is wild like the serengeti
trap do the numbers we serenade it
holding the babies no surrogate
i’m in the game ka ni tic tac toe
move with the sweets but si tic tac tho
mi huswitch tactic ho
just to make sure the pack hit home, yeaah
tic tac toe
but si tic tac tho
still switch the tactic hoooo
just to make sure the pack hit hoooome
yeah
got to make sure the pack hit home, yeah
amg in this b-tch got the pack, uh!

- ogj yung mos

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