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Bizzy Banks - My S*it (LYRICS)
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Bizzy Banks
Bizzy Banks
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Benjamin sutton
Benjamin sutton
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Daniel Obregón
Daniel Obregón
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Iker Sevilla
Iker Sevilla
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majesty moses
majesty moses
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BenzMuzik
BenzMuzik
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B.S. Beats
B.S. Beats
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Dale Becker
Dale Becker
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Fili Filizzola
Fili Filizzola
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Nicholas Cavalieri
Nicholas Cavalieri
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Flossy Draco
Flossy Draco
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Conor Hedge
Conor Hedge
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Hector Vega
Hector Vega
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Get money What? I wish a nigga would move wrong (what?) I finger that bitch with my jewels on (aha) I told my ex that I moved on (I told that bitch that I) Ain't sippin' on Henny, that's too strong (ha) She tryna be in my new song (what?) I used to hit with my shoes on She askin' me why I treat her like a leg (ha-ha) 'Cause you ain't my bitch Drippy shooter, I still be in fly shit Tell the oppositions, "Get off my dick" What you spend on jeans, I spent up on my grip Fly nigga, five bands on my fit Crusin' in the Maybach, bumpin' my shit Throw the C's up, bumpin' Pop shit (ayo, Cigg) I ain't talkin' space, but nigga we'll sky shit We a rocket, check ya pockets, you ain't got shit Broke niggas hatin' in my comments, tell 'em, "Stop it" What's a demon to a fuckin' goblin? It don't matter 'cause they both spooky, nigga We could pop out on 'em, make a movie nigga, me and Ruggy, nigga I tell 'em I'm playin' just to win Better watch how you flexin', nigga, this is not a gym My niggas shootin' at the rim Dead ass, we'll shoot him out his Timbs Only spinnin' if it's tints That nigga pussy, I know he got a scent Put his shooter on the bench My shooter got shot, I kept it ever since 'Cause I ain't playin' with these niggas Ain't no time for the talkin', you see them Start sprayin' on these niggas (rrah, rrah-rrah-rrah) Turn these niggas into ashes These niggas pussy, when they see me, they be askin' me for passes If he movin', nigga, blast 'em I wish a nigga would move wrong (move wrong) I finger that bitch with my jewels on (aha) I told my ex that I moved on (I told that bitch that I) Ain't sippin' on Henny, that's too strong (too strong) She tryna be in my new song (what?) I used to hit with my shoes on She askin' me why I treat her like a leg (ha-ha) 'Cause you ain't my bitch Drippy shooter, I still be in fly shit Tell the oppositions, "Get off my dick" What you spend on jeans, I spent up on my grip Fly nigga, five bands on my fit Crusin' in the Maybach, bumpin' my shit Throw the C's up, bumpin' Pop shit (ayo, Cigg)
Writer(s): Benjamin James Sutton, Majesty Moses, Daniel Obregon, Iker Sevilla Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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