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uptown - bizzy banks lyrics

[intro]
get money
(hmm atm)
bizzy
grrah, huh
(zt)
get money
bizzy
(chubby goin’ crazy)
grrah, huh

[chorus]
d*mn, i get in the mood and scream, “free the guys” (free ’em)
i done carried a hundred in dior slides
if they call me kyrie, i can shoot and drive (hey)
if i f*cked this lil’ b*tch, she gon’ lose her mind
if she give up the p*ssy, then she ain’t mine (at all)
it’s like ray popped a 30, go in the nine
caught him out of bounds, we was yellin’, “slime”
d*mn (d*mn), look, i need a chevy or ’08, a touchdown (yeah, up)
i gave her perc’, i told her to bust up and made her bust down
uh, on my right, it’s a fitbit, left, it’s a buss down (buss down)
like, they on my d*ck ’cause they know i’m up now
psh, i done f*cked b*tches from brooklyn to uptown (uptown)

[verse]
uh, b*tch, i’m the man if you ask me
if you come in this condo, get nasty
i’m not your man, don’t jack me out, i almost turned into max b (really)
got a b*tch named tiffany, shorty bad, she gave me a threesome with ashley (facts)
and des got a man, but that n*gga trash, she said i f*ck good, so she jacked me (word)
i just hit up t, we ain’t talk in a while, try and see what she talkin’ about
i’m like, “girl, you always in your feelings, i love all my hoes, what you talkin’ about?” (like)
you know amy, she be in her bag, she mad ’cause i don’t be takin’ her out (never)
that’s the b*tch that you keep in the house (word)
off the liquor, she be gettin’ loud (d*mn)
i ain’t gon’ lie, on the liquor, i’m wild (wild)
off the don, i be wantin’ a child (a child)
pull up, neck, she be makin’ me smile, but she just got pregnant, so she on the pound (pound)
i ain’t gon’ lie, i be done with these b*tches, but when i get high, i have fun with these b*tches (yeah)
only time i can run from these b*tches is when i’m outside and i’m runnin’ up chicken
d*mn, everything was fine, look at my wrist, now i got the time (i do)
look at my pockets, now i got a dime (dime)
n*gga, i ain’t t*mobile, so the pint’s not line (at all)
hurricane wick, he got shot in his spine
i had a shootout with n*ggas in slides, ever since then, i ain’t put on no slides
n*ggas got shot and them n*ggas ain’t slide (p*ssy)
them n*ggas p*ssy, i know they won’t ride
free punk, he the one that’s gon’ drive
i can’t wait ’til i see them outside, until then, i’m on that money time
what you know ’bout flyin’ back and forth from cali’, havin’ fifteen pounds in the sky? (like what?)
what you know ’bout buyin’ loud punches? n*gga, when you swipe the sh*t say “declined”
what you know ’bout searchin’ for a way the whole day? when you get it, sh*t die
[outro]
d*mn (word)

- bizzy banks lyrics

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