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Quarantine Freestyle Lyrics - Artist : Bizzy Banks
Uh, what? Bitch
Uh, like, haha, get money Bizzy (CHASETHEMONEY, CHASETHEMONEY) Like, what? Bitch And we still in Amiri jeans I'm lookin' fresh when I pull up right on the scene We don't care 'bout no quarantine Bitch, we outside makin' movies like Wolverine And she think I'm wild grimy Bitch, you know how much I made in these 990s? My blood, it get wild slimy I ain't got time for a bitch that move just like me And my shooters don't like fightin' But they punch for pieces up, they look like Mike Tyson Where you walkin', it's so frightening I ain't like swipin', so I had to on-sight it I'm a shooter that's so drippy She tryna fuck me, I told her give no hickeys I just bagged out a cool fifty When I pop out, I'm on scene with a new And you know my jewelry is VV He talkin' hot, he get smoked like his GG, uh You know that boy wanna be me He said he hate me, but got me on repeat, uh I was just bomin' SB, so I had to run up the Cartis, uh (Turn up the Cartis) Level just backed out a Royce, now we gotta get us a 'Rari (Skrrt, skrrt) Don't think it's sweet 'cause we shoot up the party I don't play, boy, what I look like, I'm Carti? I just might slide, put an opp in a molly We takin' Percs, no, we don't take molly She call me Rancher, suck me like Jolly My bitch an uh, shaped like a Barbie Cook it up like it's Ruth Chris She callin' my phone, I'm like, "Who this?" Uh Better go stupid Hit the showroom for that new drip, uh I had to switch up the flow on 'em, uh Really got knocked with the pole on 'em We ain't fuckin' with, 'cause he told on 'em, uh You gotta give it and go on 'em, uh It's goin' down, Yung Joc (Yung Joc) We want the smoke, no Pop Hit up the bloody, hola I ain't eatin' that pussy, ain't kosher And we just got a thirty, osha And you know that I drip like the ocean Like look, uh Runnin' through hundreds, we blessed up, uh Stop takin' them yerkies, all them shits just be pressed up I just might slide with a stick, that's lil' nigga dress up Boy, wait a minute, fresh up, uh She wanna fuck, you know I'm never gon' stress her, like Who is that nigga? I ain't got time to go press her, like We gettin' money, we throw that shit in the, uh We gettin' money, we throw that shit up in the, uh (Ayy, what?) We throw that shit up and, uh I just been runnin' through hundreds and ones We gotta go get an, uh Bro got a stick and it came with a drum My niggas really go dumb These niggas talkin' too hot on the, uh What? Uh, uh (CHASETHEMONEY, CHASETHEMONEY) Run up the funds like |
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