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bar for bar - dici lyrics

yeah it’s dici on the beat bouta switch it all up
swimming through the water like an anaconda
smoking marijuana
got a b*tch from guatemala
give her couple dollas
1983 is the year of the impala
cruisin’ down the street with my new popped collah
i look like a scholar
and i got the gualla
so b*tches they holla
they straight from valhalla

i got the money hoe
like navajo
i’ve been cruisin’ in the whip going 30 tho
i’m with johas that’s my bro
ima keep on rapping to achieve my goals
and ease my soul
ima keep on running it up i never slow
bring the kick back in

back on my sh*t again
i got a weird feeling
i am so high that i’m stuck to the ceiling
don’t what to do tho
i might just go to pluto
i don’t even know her, that b*tch she sending me nudos
but you know that i’m cool with it
you cannot phase me
everywhere i go you know that motherf*ckers pay me
baby
you know that i’m lazy
shoot it like it’s 3*d
that’s a movie
30 dolla steak in the souse vide
eating sushi
drinking smoothies
she a groupie
got a booty
feeling woozy
end it with dici, yours truly

i’m right back on the beat
b*tch, you better back up
i’m bouta spice this sh*t up like a brisket rub
you at the pub
i’m at the country club
hold up, i’m bouta grub

i’m sippin’ on a soda
it’s a coca*cola
i’m am never sober
this car is not a loaner
blood type o, ima universal donor
pockets full of cash, b*tch, you know i got the krohner
eating at komodo
wearing a kimono
all i see is commas in my wells fargo
(all i see is the commas in dollars hoe)
i got the money hoe
like navajo
i’ve been cruisin’ in the whip going 30 tho
i’m with johas that’s my bro
ima keep on rapping to achieve my goals
and ease my soul
ima keep on running it up i never slow
bring the kick back in

okay dici is back on it
i never stop
chasing the guap
cruising in the drop top spittin
bar for bar
i’m feeling like a f*cking czar
put me in rocket ship and shoot me to the stars

ever since a kid, i’ve been quite the dreamer
knew that one day i would be whippin’ a beamer
chopping up the beat ima cleaver
pop her like pain reliever
no i do not need her
sh*t heating up, i might catch me a fever

this the last verse, ‘bout to end with something gnarly
all i want with my salmon is some chopped up parsley
cross ‘em out with sharpie
never say sorry
go on a safari
marching like the leader of the f*cking army
that b*tch she kinda needy
water down squeegee
dripping just like fiji
peace out this was dici

- dici lyrics

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