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dayjahvoo - huazee lyrics

[intro: lil pcp]
ima set my mans on fire just to feel some f*cking heat
but then i’ll turn around and let them catch the smoke up off my feet (okay)
that’s a whole lotta red coming out the f*cking shower
i might f*ck around and f*ck your girl atop the eiffel tower what
(eiffel tower b*tch)
yuh (yuh, okay)
i hate low parts, i hate this sh*t (laughs)
all right, yuh, all right (coughs)
here we go (oooh)
here we go (yuh)
yuh
(okay)

[verse 1: huazee]
briefcase fully loaded with a shredded newspaper
metaphase on that b*tch, p*ssy look like sandpaper
rockin’ back and forth on the water just like jesus (jesus)
supеr saiyan in the party make me look likе freiza (ooh yuh)
she don’t wanna hang with me, i’m not a priority
i don’t know what’s keepin’ me from ending all the misery
i look like a child with a couple muscles on my chest
she don’t f*ck with me because i’m really not the f*cking best (ooh best)
i don’t go to class
no potential, i just need that rest
this a p*ssy massacre, hit that cat and let it purr (ooh purr purr)
diamonds from sierra leone now that’s a rest assured
i’ve been blind to the fact that i’m not worth anything
i don’t think that any girl will ever want my wedding ring (ooh yuh)
ima bluff until my stack as tall as that wall on the border
donald trump can suck my b*lls until they feeling out of order
drip when i drop now i’m pulling out the stops
rock a gucci louis fendi bag on my yellow c*ck what
(yellow c*cks, yuh)
ooohhh (yeah, sh*t)
yeah f*ck a low part (ooh)
f*ck a low part (d*mn bro sh*t)
lil pcp yuh what uhhhh
[verse 2: lil pcp]
i*ima be nineteen in a couple f*cking days
so i’m grinding nonstop ’til i get a f*cking raise (what)
sp*ce cowboy riding out on purple unicorns
entering the gates of h*ll is when the demons sound the h*rns
gates of heaven gates of h*ll, same d*mn difference
when the apples in your mouth people lose all interest
polished loafers on oth*llo, reading up on magic pillows
hit the dab like a pen tell me how you’re feeling mellow
how the f*ck molly be the only thing that make me happy
why the f*ck all these kids tryna f*cking overlap me
chase a bag from behind, call that perfect valentine
f*ck a baby, free hong kong, tell ’em free palestine (ooh yuh)
f*ck a beat i can not rhyme
sell the bricks for just a dime
stealing really not a crime
not unless you’re out of time
(out of time, sh*t dang)
what (out of time)

[interlude: huazee]
(d*mn low part again)
this last part is actually kind of sick and i wanted to put, like, the stealing part on this part over here (laughs) ’cause it’s really bouncy right?
but, i ran out of words

[outro: lil pcp]
(yuh, ooh yuh, yuh sh*t stealing, yuh yuh yuh yuh stealing)
f*ck a beat i can not rhyme
sell the brick for just a dime
stealing really not a crime
not unless you’re out of time
oooh, sh*t, d*mn, okay
deja vu

- huazee lyrics

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