Paidway T.O - No Kizzy lyrics

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Paidway T.O - No Kizzy lyrics

[Intro] Devo this sh*t hard [Chorus: DDG] I know she miss me I be sippin' on Henny, this sh*t got me dizzy ni**a no kizzy If it ain't about money, my ni**a don't hit me Convertible top coupe, I grew up in the struggle but damn it I got through It's me and it's not you I did not want to leave, but baby I got to What you gon' do when I leave for real? None of this sh*t you be doin' for feel None of this sh*t I need to heal Shawty be trippin', she need to chill (Mmmm) Pop this sh*t open, don't need the seal Tired of the millions, I need a bill' [Verse 1: DDG] She wanna speak, but I don't want to chop it up Please don't open your mouth 'till you top it up I get these b*tches so wet I had to mop it up Said you know mе, but now I keep on poppin' up I love latinas, I love me an еbony Kill the pussy, I caught me a felony These b*tches want me, the drip is too heavenly This suit bad, I can rock it with seventeen Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Don't do relations All these ni**as want to be my friend, 'cause they see I made it Last week I fu*ked his hoe, I'm not gon' say sh*t I don't fall in love no more, 'cause all these b*tches basic [Chorus: DDG] I know she miss me I be sippin' on Henny, this sh*t got me dizzy ni**a no kizzy If it ain't about money, my ni**a don't hit me Convertible top coupe, I grew up in the struggle but damn it I got through It's me and it's not you I did not want to leave, but baby I got to What you gon' do when I leave for real? None of this sh*t you be doin' for feel None of this sh*t I need to heal Shawty be trippin', she need to chill (Mmmm) Pop this sh*t open, don't need the seal Tired of the millions, I need a bill' [Verse 2: Paidway T.O] Pop me a Perc and I seal the deal Stack up the money and stash a mil' When I hold the Glock, I shoot to kill I hit the lick and got out of there Run in yo' crib while yo momma there I do not care if your son is there I'm in L.A., these b*tches be thick as a b*tch, I'm sorry I gotta stare Ain't no more fightin', we bringin' the sticks I got a Glock, it's 30 my clique This is a .40, this b*tch got a kit Shoot at the opps, don't care who I hit He wanna fight, 'cause I'm fu*kin' his b*tch She wanna fu*k with a ni**a that's lit I'm off a Perc and I'm breakin' her hip Pull out the dick and I nut on her lip [Chorus: DDG] I know she miss me I be sippin' on Henny, this sh*t got me dizzy ni**a no kizzy If it ain't about money, my ni**a don't hit me Convertible top coupe, I grew up in the struggle but damn it I got through It's me and it's not you I did not want to leave, but baby I got to What you gon' do when I leave for real? None of this sh*t you be doin' for feel None of this sh*t I need to heal Shawty be trippin', she need to chill (Mmmm) Pop this sh*t open, don't need the seal Tired of the millions, I need a bill'