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305, we in the house M's all on my belt, I'm feeling like I'm Majin Buu Pocket full of ivy and you know the face is blue Shoe game sick as fuck, it's like I'm walking on the flu Carol City, nigga, boy, I'm coming out the Zuu, Zuu, Zuu Boy, we comin' out the Zuu, Zuu, Zuu Boy, we comin' out the Zuu, Zuu, Zuu Boy, we comin' out the Zuu, Zuu, Zuu Boy, I'm comin' out the Rep your set, grab a TEC Leave you wet and project In the cut like Gillette Where they serve and don't protect Place a bet on your head Call your bluff and make a check Guilty until innocent Far as I know, I'm heaven-sent Glock, nine by nine, blow your mind, now you Einstein Design, in my prime, to due time Bitch, I'm Frankenstein This what you made me Carol City raised me Trick said, I'm a Thug That's the hate you gave me M's all on my belt, I'm feeling like I'm Majin Buu Pocket full of ivy and you know the face is blue Shoe game sick as fuck, it's like I'm walking on the flu Carol City, nigga, boy, I'm coming out the Zuu, Zuu, Zuu Boy, we comin' out the Zuu, Zuu, Zuu Boy, we comin' out the Zuu, Zuu, Zuu Boy, we comin' out the Zuu, Zuu, Zuu Boy, I'm comin' out the Zuu FnZ, oh damn! Ayy, yo, Rick, man! What's good, man? What's happenin', man? I ain't seen you in a minute, what's goin' on? Nah, holmes, it's Mr. Rick We don't kick it like that, fool We don't hang at the club together, dawg It's Mr. Rick (Mr. Rick)
Writer(s): Michael Mule, Isaac Deboni, Denzel Curry, Fabio Aguilar, Keanu Dean Torres Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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