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not from roosevelt - kidd cuzzi lyrics

[intro: mula wuan]
(reuel, stop playin’ with these n*ggas)
[verse 1: mula wuan]
tell a n*gga link, but he scared too (but he scared)
sneak up on a n*gga now i’m creepin’ through his mirror view titties on the drak’ now i’m wiping out his whole view n*ggas on my head, but i don’t see n0body touchin’ me tell a n*gga drop the addy, but he duckin’ me n*ggas ass at rapping boy you really need some help from me n*ggas real sad, boy yo ass need some company i can’t even beef wit yo ass if you ain’t uppin’ three

{verse 2: kidd cuzzi] ain’t no runnin’ from this glock cuz my n*ggas they got aim still got 23 in this clip, lebron james we ain’t runnin’ from the opps but i ain’t even say no names, b*tch lawrence he a opp wе gon’ put em down the drain i’m an athletе with a strap, call it a jockstrap we got special powers on this glock, mortal kombat after i’m done f*ckin’ that b*tch ima block that we tryna go opp huntin’ bro, like where the opps at?

[verse 3: kidd cuzzi]
when we rob a lil n*gga we gon’ take his shoes off, put the red beam to his nose call em rudolph we gettin’ too hot in the streets we need to cool off n*gga think he gets more blues than me is he a fool bruh n*ggas tough from all over the states like mississippi bruh b*tch you know i’m goated on the beat i woke the city up n*gga said that he be gettin’ blues, well he don’t get enough b*tch said that he, “got a brand new whip”, i told em pick me up

[verse 4: chimade jay] f*ck n*gga rollin’ out the pack, yeah he got (?)
walkin’ down the street, and like n*gga do you carry guns? i don’t even understand what the f*ckin’ road was they said the one that had shot him, (shhh) that was lil folks gun now we into it lil n*gga ain’t no more talking i hope that you know that you a dead man walkin’ n*gga wanna play yo b*tch keep on stalkin’ better keep yo head up high, sh*t get real cautious (???) lawrence really walkin’ how yo homie got an ar but he ain’t blow sh*t? f*ck n*gga, hoe sh*t, b*tch n*gga, woah b*tch, how yo girl want me but she can’t take my homie d*ck?

[verse 5: kidd cuzzi] i asked him where he from, n*ggas throwing up the opp signs i don’t stop at lights, f*ck i look like at a stop sign how you f*ck my n*ggas then gon’ f*ck me at the same time i am talking michael jordan when i say i got hangtime n*ggas dissin’ on the gang, we gon’ send his ass to h*ll (shhh) my team eating over here and i ain’t talkin’ taco bell b*tch that weed really trash i can tell by how it smells how much times i gotta say it b*tch i’m not from roosevelt

[fades out:] roosevelt, roosevelt, roosevelt, roosevelt, roosevelt

- kidd cuzzi lyrics

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