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vegan caviar - ouija macc & trizz lyrics

(devereaux)
(it*it*it’s chunk)

[verse 1: trizz]
(when do i go in?) i’m official (yeah)
ride around with a pistol
i got all this money but i will still hit a l!ck though
never hesitate to get dough (uh)
went broke paid the rent though
i’m selling out my shows and sh*t and i ain’t never had a hit though
i’m tryna buy a house and put some (?) on the 6 4
they ain’t been past vegas what the f*ck they talking sh*t for
i be moving slow i’m drinking codeine with my endo
roll up a window blowing weed with my kinfolk
family over everything the money and the b*tches
i done f*cked so many women i’m surprised my d*ck ain’t itching
touring oversеas i f*cked some b*tches out in switzеrland
she came all on my khakis it’s some lipstick on my p*n*s tip
i hate my b*tch i don’t even like her a little bit (uh) she work my last nerve and always trip over little sh*t
i be on some real sh*t that f*ck how you feel sh*t, make you wanna k!ll sh*t, the one you don’t wanna deal with
i’m with the drama we hoppin’ out of the honda (yeah)
trippin’ when we ride up with the homies right behind us (whatup!)
when we protected it’s h*lla weapons beside us
you want it or you don’t you better make your f*cking mind up, n*gga (whoop whoop)

[verse 2: ouija macc]
out my mitts, you get hit broken nose, busted lip
take your legs off the hip like a wishbone get ripped (rip)
arms out the socket you a chicken nugget b*tch (b*tch)
watching you convulsing pop loccin’ with no limbs (ooh)
i ain’t from new york but i just bought a pair of timbs (huh) just so when i kicc you in the face i cave it in (huh)
speaking on the chapter youd’ve crumbled where we’ve been (huh)
keep me out your mouth or something else is going in (huh)
catch that succa slip pistol grip whip (whip whip) lil’ lunatic psycho sickness (been sick)
been getting fit run that sh*t it’s fitness
open up your mouth for this dicc, try fitting this
know the mission is more than cloccin’ dividends
loc for my folks, find your door then we kicc it in
i don’t need the money i’m just off my fuccin’ medicine (yuh)
know they want me on that tramadol & ritalin but i’m off it dog so you in this predicament
find somebody dear to ya, chop ’em up like venison (huh) should’ve never let the menace in
leave a bigot rotten in that fit he playing tennis in

- ouija macc trizz lyrics

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