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thizzler on the roof - 2023 cypher challenge (thizzler cypher) كلمات أغنية

[intro: wopdell]
big wop, n_gga, jump out gang, it’s seven, eight hundred, look
look
ayy

[verse 1: wopdell]
she say, “wop, how you doin’?” i’m doin’ very well
you believe them lies that n_gga rappin’? them is fairy tales
found a b_tch who get a strip of percs, i’m finna marry her
every time she go to eat this d_ck, i just stare at her
sucker n_ggas ran up in a mask like i’m scared of jason
i’m the type to put him in a box, you know, paraphrase him
tie his daughter up and lock her up in a scary bas_m_nt
i’m so quick to go and break the b_tch, i got no hesitation
he said he took somethin’ from who? n_gga, never that
i callеd ronny redgie from the fruits to gеt your melon cracked
i sold him two things and kept the cheese, made him mail ’em back
hit the county with some cookie, got my celly smacked, n_gga
alright, got my celly trippin’
grabbed the empty bottle, sold the bottle, but it was nothin’ in it
i just sold some bunk like it was za but it was bubba in it
i called moni loddie with the thotties, he bring bubblicious
yeah, n_gga, he brought the stank hoes
i walk into chase and spin around, that’s a bankroll
i just f_cked a b_tch with gushy sh_t like play_doh
if you up your fist, i up this b_tch, you wanna tango?
yeah, like do you wanna fight these?
and this b_tch think i’m a dog, sh_t, i might be
and i ain’t never pullin’ over, we do high_speeds
behind tint smokin’ strong, eyes chinese, n_gga
[interlude: young note]
ayy
three nine double o
tryna up the score
look

[verse 2: young note]
all i ever wanted was a glock, i don’t need cops
illegal weed shops with more flavors than wingstop
he tried to put his crocs in sport mode, got his knees popped
bring dots, bullets hit his phone, that’s a screenshot
yeah, i ain’t speakin’ on that side ’cause them guys scary
and what i spent on my chime, i could buy a presi’
cherry gelato in the ‘wood got my eyes heavy
i went from overlooked to overbooked, i’m a lie berry
been locin’, yeah, it’s park crip, but n_ggas been knowin’
name any one of my opps’ block, i bet i spint on it
[?] jeans, they match the stitching in the rick owens
word of mouth, this chopper work him out like it’s a gym open
highly antic_p_ted, die with my pistol blazin’
he ain’t have a name before he died, now he insta famous
i can’t sleep, i’m paranoid ’bout the trips i’m takin’
these n_ggas wanna see me down but i’m still gon’ make it
ridin’ out to oakland, watchin’ tv in the sprinter
how i cut these b_tches off, i think i’m c_league with the scissors
i’m really with the shooters, you won’t see me in no pictures
the way that i maneuver, n_ggas wanna see me injured, on the gang
[interlude: snakepitt kidd]
mm
ayy
ayy

[verse 3: snakepitt kidd]
look, i done made a thousand moves fallin’ out the jordies
n_ggas probably jumped up off the porch but ain’t went past the yard
them n_ggas old, i barely turned an ace and hit the bar
we set it off and fifty more’ll clear out the car
let’s talk about it, we gon’ take some falls when that grind missin’
chimes hittin’, anything you got, just hit my line with it
love louisiana, sucker died over that fried chicken
in this world today, seem like they don’t even mind snitchin’, ayy
young and reckless, so, baby, i’m an investment
got this thick brazilian b_tch, p_ssy balder than a professor
bro told me they actin’ phony, n_ggas said they plottin’ on me
need bl!cky, i got it on me, no patrick but that’s my homie
mr. make her tear it off and gettin’ chip out the [?]
and she keep my neck p_ssy, oh, i love the way she treat me
she gon’ book a flight today if i tell her let’s hit tahiti
keep your head up, baby, joker, we shoot, we aimin’ for beanies
switch it up, i came to represent, i’m pasadena’s finest
i’m that n_gga, b_tch, i’m fresher than your mouth filled with some trident
moncler but these jeans say mcqueen, feel like i’m lightning
hit the doc’ ’cause he gon’ throw your boy some lean just for my sinus
sorry i’m a know_it_all, i don’t care about your theory
like do you know how many n_ggas i had to battle for y’all to hear me?
you ever felt your homie die because we wasn’t right there with him?
but this for him, so, sh_t, i’m workin’, murphy b, i miss you dearly
tell ’em free the gangland, man, i miss ’em, my shoes tied
crush some za up in a leaf, roll it up and i [?] high
taught to leave it in these streets, [?] come do somethin’
that’s your b_tch? hope you know what she do for these loose ones
cold cases for them faces, we turn into maniacs
from hittin’ houses to the pen’, free h o and shaniac
my name ringin’ in these streets, they said that lil’ n_gga buzzin’
ask about me, snakepitt, a lil’ n_gga off of somethin’
and free the gang, n_gga
[interlude: dudadamthang]
ayy

[verse 4: dudad_mnthang]
i ain’t hear to play with no n_gga
when they ask what made me come, i’ma say her throat did it
mama said don’t talk to strangers, you can talk to four_nicky
she had to give the boy g_nius ’cause i ain’t come with no jimmy
it took forever to get here, i’m not from a big city
it’s g_ngb_nging, prostitution, dope fiends and kids missing
court cases, high_speed chases, boys behind you, get skinny
if you ain’t hoopin’ then you scammin’, hittin’ l!cks to get jiggy
the good die young, i got my gun and i’ve been on the road with it
ayy
when you start ballin’, you gotta keep a close mitten
it’s nightcrawlers, grim reapers, boogeyman and soul strippers
snakes, pits, tigers and bears, you got tadpoles with you, ayy
lights, camera, action, i’m the sh_t from three angles
told young note do ben wallace, get in the paint and close range him
wopdell, sh_t, it’s gettin’ hot in here, i think the perc’ yankin’
she wanna f_ck, i want some pape’, the proper say is “no thank you”

[chorus: dudad_mnthang]
ayy, f_ck them other n_ggas, we not f_ckin’ with them other n_ggas
give that boy the band man cavo, take his stomach with him
.223s congratuate you, buddy, chest bump a n_gga
we to the chip if you give me the ball ’cause i’m runnin’ with it
f_ck them other n_ggas, we not f_ckin’ with them other n_ggas
give that boy the band man cavo, take his stomach with him
.223s congratuate you, buddy, chest bump a n_gga
we to the chip if you give me the ball ’cause i’m runnin’ with it

- thizzler on the roof

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