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december 22nd - rizzo gun lyrics

(verse 1)
lemme take you back, just a score & a decade/ lets call it 30 for the ones who dont dont know age/it’s g…always said i was that guy/my father neva signed them papers, so that name ain’t mine(whoa)/sh-llie had to make choice, she went it alone/so how this n-gga find the nerve askin me for loans/i been marchin to my own beat since day one/thats how i gravitate up now, hence the name gun/(yo how this n-gga claimin brooklyn he be in atlanta)/when you move it like i move it, it dont even matter/the little king outta kings county/i gotta goal to stack paper like my name is bounty/unh/my resolutions bet im keepin mine/the resolutions clear up in my eye/….heres a solution let the n-gga fight/the rizzolu-tion will be televised/

(hook)
december twenty twooo
it take two to tango but i knooow i can handle anything they throwin at him
december twenty twooo
i tell em put em up put em up rizzo gun dont really give a f-ck
december twenty twooo
i got what ya need baby baby i got what ya need baby baby
december twenty twoooo
cuz yall can’t stop me see
jc be a cap like me ya heeeard (2x)

(verse 2)
if you been where i been, you’d relate too/but i been where i been, its only bout 2/unh…me & who i came with/the only n-ggas in the room, thats insane sh-t/imagine tryna show the world through ya own eyes/& the ones that gettin at you be ya own ties/they mad i gotta falcons view so im gone rise/& if you ain’t hear it from me…then its all lies, f-cka/it ain’t easy bein chief & sh-t/& they wonder why a n-gga steady chiefin, sh-t/i been showin yall the ropes, why you thiefin sh-t/man im grown, why the f-ck i gotta sneak a diss (cut beat)(please)/i shouldve finished school, but i wasn’t with it/now its time to get a major, born independent/codependent…im on my wifey/tryna go against the unit lord plz smite thee/it was gon take a real b-tch for a real n-gga/they really think that im thinkin bout a b-tch n-gga/im a go getta/flow di-vine like loretta/can bring the blues like mo betta/& they so sour a-mo-retta…enh/i ain’t know they had a vendetta…ennh/yea make america black for once/oh, that line hurt..packed a punch, its too much ahh

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