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introduction - jay fizzle lyrics

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[intro]
fah, fah
racks racks
fizzle
gang
gang, gang, gang, gang
whole lot of paper route business
yeah, yeah, yeah
paper route taliban
big grape
crip

[chorus]
pockets on full, strapped with that forty, yeah
i hear the little sh-t that you talkin’
i don’t sip lean, but i smoke weed, yeah
strong got a lil n-gga coughin’
leave a n-gga dead, put him in the grave, yeah
put a lil n-gga in a coffin
n-gga you a b-tch, n-gga you a ho
ceo want you gone, lil n-gga i got you

[verse 1]
i got two guns, ayy, try me, get pop popped
i got two sons, play with them, no question, you got
i got coupon, i got a n-gga whacked for the cheap
ayy, big grape n-gga, big c, ayy
double g down to the feet, yeah
big tigga my role model
and mad max n-gga off shottas
i feel like the plug, el chapo
you was hoopin’ in school, i was robbin’
gang turned up, n-gga taliban
hood on go like pakistan
you ain’t heard, now you heard, n-gga i’m the man
pop a n-gga’s -ss like a rubber band

[bridge]
i’m the plug lil n-gga, that’s why i look like this
i’m the shooter lil n-gga, that’s why i move like this
i got the glock lil n-gga, that’s why i walk like this
my pockets fat lil n-gga, that’s why i talk like this
i’m the plug lil n-gga, that’s why i look like this
i’m the shooter lil n-gga, that’s why i move like this
i got the glock lil n-gga, that’s why i walk like this
my pockets fat lil n-gga, that’s why i talk like this

[verse 2]
been with the sh-t, no toilet bowl
i, turn a n-gga head to a hole
tt he loc, that man can’t fold, ayy
play with lil cuz and get smoked
i’m rollin’ dope, i’m smokin’ dope, yeah
burn the lil hairs off my nose
trap never close, knock at the door, yeah
i get you served on the boat
water on me like a fanta
sh-ttin’ on n-ggas, no pamper
chopper turn n-ggas to dancers
he the wrong smoke, don’t do cancer
i shot his -ss like a newport
trappin’ and robbin’ my new sport
i f-cked a thot and got two ‘borts
then f-cked this b-tch in like two bullets

[interlude]
paper route business n-gga
paper route fizzle n-gga
big grape
fah fah
that’s all you gon’ hear me say in the foreign
dumpin’ out the window n-gga
fah fah

[chorus]
pockets on full, strapped with that forty, yeah
i hear the little sh-t that you talkin’
i don’t sip lean, but i smoke weed, yeah
strong got a lil n-gga coughin’
leave a n-gga dead, put him in the grave, yeah
put a lil n-gga in a coffin
n-gga you a b-tch, n-gga you a ho
ceo want you gone, lil n-gga i got you

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