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od - ​biz (bizwtf) lyrics

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[intro]
i just sound like a bird
ah, wah, ayy
ma—

[chorus]
ma*mansion on a lake, i want a house up in the hills (ahh, in the hills)
told my shawty, “if i’m broke then i’ma od on some pills” (ahh, on some pills)
cra*crack her off the blunt, when i slide in, it don’t feel real (dang, don’t feel real)
my*my bro heard the last bar, he looked at me and he said, “chill” (wah, he said chill)
b*tch, i don’t wanna be broke, no man, i’m sorry, i’m a realist (wah, i’m a realist)
it’s like me with like ten voices, would’ve thought i was gorillaz (wah, was gorillaz)
u*u*upper or a downer, i don’t know which f*ckin’ pill this is (yeah, wah, f*ckin pill)
know i’m tryna blow and put a hole up in the ceiling, b*tch (ahh, in the ceiling)
plow a hotdog in the hallway, when i hit, she wasn’t even feelin’ (wah, she wasn’t even feel)
told my shawty tea, but i’ma murk her if she spill the sh*t (ahh, if she spill)
uh, i ain’t off a bean, lil’ b*tch, i smoke the [?] joint (ayy, joint)
like how you talk for thirty minutes and your ass ain’t make a point (ayy, ain’t make a point)
how i— in with the bullsh*t, i just roll another joint (wah, another joint)
i just gave my bro a p, i told him, “tally up the point” (wah, up the point)
sm*smoke so god d*mn much, like how that ounce just disappear? (ha, disappear)
uh, outside with no bl!ck, lil’ b*tch, you know i got no fear (wah, got no fear)

[break]
saw a— look at me weird, i tore this b*tch up in fifth gear (ayy)
i*i just took a sip of water, i wish that b*tch was some d*mn beer (wah, ah)
going right back (ooh, ayy)
yeah (ayy)
[chorus]
ma*mansion on a lake, i want a house up in the hills (ahh, in the hills)
told my shawty, “if i’m broke then i’ma od on some pills” (ahh, on some pills)
cra*crack her off the blunt, when i slide in, it don’t feel real (don’t feel real)
my*my bro heard the last bar, he looked at me and he said, “chill” (ayy, chill)
b*tch, i don’t wanna be broke, no man, i’m sorry, i’m a realist (wah, i’m a realist)
it’s like me with like ten voices, would’ve thought i was gorillaz (ha, was gorillaz)
u*u*upper or a downer, i don’t know which f*ckin’ pill this is (ahh, f*ckin pill)
know i’m tryna blow and put a hole up in the ceiling, b*tch (ayy, in the ceiling)
plow a hotdog in the hallway, when i hit, she wasn’t even feelin’ (ayy, she wasn’t even feel)
told my shawty tea but i’ma murk her if she spill the sh*t (ahh, if she spill)
uh, i ain’t off a bean, lil’ b*tch, i smoke the [?] joint (wah, joint)
like how you talk for thirty minutes and your ass ain’t make a point (woo, ayy, ain’t make a point)
how i— in with the bullsh*t, i just roll another joint (woo, ahh, another joint)
i just gave my bro a p, i told him, “tally up the point” (up the point)
sm*smoke so god d*mn much, like how that ounce just disappear? (aah, disappear)
uh, outside with no bl!ck, lil’ b*tch, you know i got no fear (nah)

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