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red ruby da sleeze (freestyle) - bizzy banks lyrics

[intro]
grahh, get money, bizzy, haha

[verse 1]
look, i said let’s get straight to it
i done f*ck them b*tches friends and had them hoes going through it
put my heart inside a box can’t have a b*tch make me look stupid (at all)
if a b*tch wanna be petty, i’m like ok then let’s do it (let’s start it up then)
i think i’m just misunderstood like
can’t a b*tch talk sh*t about me,i get money, i f*ck good, (what else)
and i put on for the hood, (what else) wear my jewelry around k!llers n*gga
i don’t think you could, give you a gun and tell you shoot it n*gga
i don’t think you would, for real what the f*ck is up?
why these n*ggas out here talkin’ like they really touching us
trappin in the winter just so i can f*ck the summer up
putting weight to get this money up, my b*tch in the dr
i’m bout to pay to get her tummy tucked, n*ggas get to scrambling
we sliding when the sun is up, for the cheese we do him greazy
n*ggas know my body b*tch, i’m heavy on the sleezy
i do it for the trenches cuz i know them n*ggas need me
trappin is a habit n*gga that was my first strategy
i’m outside getting money i don’t know why this b*tch mad at me
all i think about is money, all she think about is b*tches
all she think about is hoes, all i think about is chicken
she must want me broken in her face cuz i do not get it
imma put the money first, then i put the b*tch second
she all on my phone like who dis i’m like keep guessing
and they know my body b*tch i’m outside with a big weapon
yeah you know i’m dior steppin or i got the forces on
pull up in polo draws you know i keep the horses on
pop out in a all red fit look like the sauce was lost
pop out with a b*tch that these n*ggas never saw before
i done spent 5k on a fit i never wore before
i don’t cry over spilled milk, n*gga i lost before
now a n*gga winning now, you know i be grinning now
i was just in orange jumpers skippin’ n*ggas for the chow
why you n*ggas playing ‘round if you tough n*gga say it loud
i ain’t gotta make a sound, i feel a way i’m spraying rounds
act like you legally blind, p.o.p, hold it down
used to open up for n*ggas, now i’m doing rolling loud
b*tch i feel litter than ever, but i’m still working
shorty thought she had a come*up, sike that b*tch still twerking
how she tryna finesse me, i finesse b*tches
shorty tryna stress me, i used to stress b*tches
why she tryna play with my body like i ain’t g man
f*cked a lotta n*ggas b*tches but i keep it p man
shorty light skin, brown skin, b*tter pecan
kissing on her body, i just f*ck her on the weekend
she twist up her fingers when she with me i’m the sleeze, man
(i was bout to go crazy)

- bizzy banks lyrics

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