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yes, son - madwiz lyrics

uhhhnn, with the par*rum*pum*pum* pum
mizzy sizzuns, stizzay cizzovered with the gizzuns
my madwizdom, too terrific
6 in the morning i’m in y’all b*tches while y’all waiting for them jordan tickets
i’m on my last pair of sneakers
but i could crossover, like latifah, or honey turkey on pita
breaddd & now you fed, i’m close, now you toast
two on point, like you heard patti hitting a note but
you too distorted, i f*ck with miles but i like my b*tches brew imported
next day air, send me two orders
burn like gerd, depending on what is served
if i find you on the curb, out of line i might swerve
old n*ggas tryna be hard like senior mafia
leo got an oscar now i need my chicken with sriracha
cause i’m reanimating blunts when they go out
madwiz the god close shows when i show out
biatch, watchu know bout, vicarious death
to yo mans ego when i hit em with a hard left
death, buried in a hurry if you scurry
the zodiac k!ller ain’t got sh*t on ill murray
ease back… ease back ease back
my sh*t is intact. got no room for your wack
cause this is my personal sp*ce and maybe i got ocd
but if your names coochie or weed, stay close to me
hope for me, eat b*ttered toast with me
a real b*tch could sit and watch oprah with me
cause i got my own tv, this ain’t no day room
i take a b*tch to my play room, sheath my sword slay pooms, yes son

- madwiz lyrics

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