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Song

Grammys

£R MMF, C Biz

2016, Englisch

Songtext

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Hallelujah, amen
Biz came back in
High life, fast life
Uptown, get right
Get the coke out the foil
Bring the water to a boil
First night I hit the scene
That's a thousand on the jeans
Oh my, oh my
Games mine, worldwide
Reloads, no lie
You're shit, no vibes
Yellow Rollie on the wrist
I see someone take the piss
Money march into Joeseppi
Everybody's mini Biz
Making thousands in the pen
I do this again and again
Getting money, dirty money
I got it, it's ten out of ten
Got a text on my Tec
They say that I'm still in the pen
Rolling round in my Benz
She came with a friend of her friend
Why hate? Why hate?
Fresh home, i8
Shout out my dawgs
Them man fly straight
With my niggas eating dinner
F1 you're a winner
Big up [?], big up Jizzle
Big up [?], big up Scribbles
Told everybody don't fuck with me
If you do it, do it properly
Serve a nigga like I'm Djokovic
I'm just [?], please don't bother me
At the top is where I gotta be
Getting money like Monopoly
I hate you fuck niggas
Fucking up the economy
E.R., we ain't playing games
Twenty-thou on that plain Jane
Free the dawgs, I ain't saying names
Free the dawgs, I ain't saying names
I don't talk about broke boys
We are not on the same thing
Getting money with dope boys
In the club popping Champagne
I get money, I'm the truth
I'm the realest in the booth
I just wanna be the Biz
I don't wanna be you
Hundred thousand in my face
Rock designers every day
Go to sleep getting paid
I don't fuck with no Jakes
I don't wanna fall in love
Baby I just wanna fuck
Couple bottles, roll the Cannabis
Get the pussy and duck
I ain't tryna stay the night
I don't wanna have a fight
You and me just one time
I don't wanna have a wife
I got London on a hype
I put plastic on my mic
I put plastic on my dick
I be sleeping with your wife
Being Biz is a crime
Balmain for a night
I hit the store I don't try it on
I just wanna know the price
I'll be pissing on your life
All my diamonds on a hype
Shoutout six, shoutout six
I came home, he's eating right
I take a L, I smoke a L
Karma's a bitch, I know her well
I went jail, they said I failed
They sending me hate mail
Oh well, oh well
Die slow, go hell
Cause I don't really give a fuck
(laugh)

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