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DOZO

 

DOZO

(álbum: LORE, Vol. 1 - 2022)


Wok with the crushed ice froze as a bitch
Too cold like snow, nigga, that's my shit
Big crib flooded with the hoes I get
Put a collar on that bitch then I pull that
Big mobs pull up at the party
'Cause the opps outside try to take what they all couldn't get
Mobs pull up at the party
'Cause the opps outside try to take what they all couldn't get

Lean, l-l-lean
I'm way too high, pop a Perc, numb the pain
Fuck, I just spilled out the pint on my jeans
Fuck, I just put on that bih Mary Jane
Lean, lean
Hit from the back can't remember the strain
Yeah, shorty mad that I don't know her name
I just [?], you're starting to lean

A-a-a-a-a-and my stummy got me upset
B-b-belt red but my lungs black
H-h-how we coming, yeah, we own that
And my choppa turn a nigga to a lunch bag
And my choppa down to eat until he undead
30 every day got me like I'm dead
Put that purple on my red just like a sunset
Purple on my blunt and make my lungs wet

Wok with the crushed ice froze as a bitch
Too cold like snow, nigga, that's my shit
Big crib flooded with the hoes I get
Put a collar on that bitch then I pull that
Big mobs pull up at the party
'Cause the opps outside try to take what they all couldn't get
Mobs pull up at the party
'Cause the opps outside try to take what they all couldn't get

I feel like a Gangsta Bunny
Take ya money, don't make it fatal
Ain't it funny? Ain't no dummy
I been scheming my bread like a bagel, yeah

That boy an angel, send him to God
21 shots to his chest, make him fly
That's just the consequence messing with mine
Sip on this red 'til I'm red in my eyes

Always talking 'bout codeine
I don't need a sip to feel like a zombie
Everyday I'm haunting
I'm ghost with your girl, I'm in her apartment
I'm tryna stretch out her necklace
That shit gon' snap as result of my actions
I got a checklist
Not for no people, a list of my checks, bitch

Wok with the crushed ice froze as a bitch
Too cold like snow, nigga, that's my shit
Big crib flooded with the hoes I get
Put a collar on that bitch then I pull that
Big mobs pull up at the party
'Cause the opps outside try to take what they all couldn't get
Mobs pull up at the party
'Cause the opps outside try to take what they all couldn't get

feito

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