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servin - bic fizzle lyrics

[intro]
d*mn dot, you did it again

[chorus]
sinner, i put your ho in a blender
i’m pressure, baby, come f*ck with a winner
he beat on his ho ’cause i hear that he tender
last december was broke in the winter
found me a win, turnt up on these n*ggas
i’m strapped with that pill, so don’t f*ck with me, n*gga
look here, mix codeine with his liquor
with no hesitation, she step on a n*gga
boss, know how to take me a loss
for their body i pay, i don’t care what it cost
i throw the cross, get ’em lost in the sauce
he ain’t from whеre i’m from, he don’t walk how i walk
talk how i talk, he don’t know about murdеr
sweet release breakin’ this sh*t, it leaves circles
i got a purpose, that why i be nervous and clutchin’ my .30 whenever i’m servin’

[verse 1]
high, full geeked up, constantly swervin’
big ass chopstick, i’m ridin’ dirty
studio hard through the week, no rest and no sleep
then trap out the spot, i don’t deserve that
know she a goat, back then wouldn’t curb me on the four
’cause i’m up holy, give her some clarity
you see that one*on*one on save my jersey
i’m switchin’ models so those them b*tches won’t lure me
i make her jump out her panties
guarantee baby like something, you meant it
so much money, i make a b*tch panic
young n*gga bank account cents, i get it, woo
i’m out the roof in a wraith in miami
bag was stuck to the fake bum baddie
phone ding*ding soon as i had landed
that money keep callin’, i’m steady expanding
[chorus]
sinner, i put your ho in a blender
i’m pressure, baby, come f*ck with a winner
he beat on his ho ’cause i hear that he tender
last december was broke in the winter
found me a win, turnt up on these n*ggas
i’m strapped with that pill, so don’t f*ck with me, n*gga
look here, mix codeine with his liquor
with no hesitation, she step on a n*gga
boss, know how to take me a loss
for their body i pay, i don’t care what it cost
i throw the cross, get ’em lost in the sauce
he ain’t from where i’m from, he don’t walk how i walk
talk how i talk, he don’t know about murder
sweet release breakin’ this sh*t, it leaves circles
i got a purpose, that why i be nervous and clutchin’ my .30 whenever i’m servin’

[verse 2]
rich, i’m icy, n*gga too pricey
hatin’ but they really want to be just like me
freak ho, she ain’t really come with no guidance
front row, shawty give me head when i’m drivin’
h*llcat, and it’s a demon inside her
my heart in the trenches, that’s where i recite it
straight to the top where a young n*gga glidin’
been 1k for a while, ‘fore wop came and got me
switch, now i’m up, n*ggas wanna come around
gotta question your loyalty, why you around me?
reach for my neck, now your head got a bounty
really turnt up on everybody who doubted me
i know you see all these shooters around me
chase me a sack down, like i was clowin’
break out them racks on a b*tch
cartier glist’
i got the whole hood boucin’
[chorus]
sinner, i put your ho in a blender
i’m pressure, baby, come f*ck with a winner
he beat on his ho ’cause i hear that he tender
last december was broke in the winter
found me a win, turnt up on these n*ggas
i’m strapped with that pill, so don’t f*ck with me, n*gga
look here, mix codeine with his liquor
with no hesitation, she step on a n*gga
boss, know how to take me a loss
for their body i pay, i don’t care what it cost
i throw the cross, get ’em lost in the sauce
he ain’t from where i’m from, he don’t walk how i walk
talk how i talk, he don’t know about murder
sweet release breakin’ this sh*t, it leaves circles
i got a purpose, that why i be nervous and clutchin’ my .30 whenever i’m servin’

- bic fizzle lyrics

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