Mozzy - BUICK TO BENZ (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Mozzy - BUICK TO BENZ (en) Lyrics
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If I lost it all, would
you still love me?
And if I died for you, would
you still love me?
Went from Buick to Benz
I stopped pimpin' on that ho 'cause
I was losin' my friends
Wasn't used to that then, I'm
like, "I'm head first"
On that type of timin' like let's
see who end up dead first
Yes, sir, handkerchief matchin',
we the red shirts
Grab a crate, blow the K and
see if all the rest work
Tryna force your guys and 'em to
slide, it ain't gon' never work
'Cause they gon' tell on 33rd,
you niggas never learn
With bone crusher, I'm likе
Usher, nigga, let it burn
What's the word? Talkin' trips and
skits, thеn it's lil' Relly turn
Purple-hearted, went retarded,
every medal earned
Got acquitted on them charges,
tell 'em court adjourned
He beat the body, for his kills,
that nigga 4th confirmed
G-O-D, box from Houston
landed, look like COD
Yellin', "Free the level-four
killers and the DOBs"
She poppin' blues, I said, "I'm
bool, baby, we on these"
Strictly ten, you need a
couple, hit up B-O-B
We don't leak, even off this
medication, we don't sleep
Jackets they be passin' out for rattin',
that's what he gon' need
Lean on me, took him to the
distro, everything on me
I can't get the blammy in the
venue, nigga, we gon' tweak
Granny 'nem, bitches treat you different
when you hand to them
Snubs and lil' Nick 'posed to be
with me, bitch, I ran with them
Get off the 'Gram with all that trollin',
why you playin' with them?
Took a trip with zoe, it was on safety,
thought it jammed again
Hand in hand, we was gram for
gram, eighth in San Jose
Made a way, face card clean,
but these hammers ain't
'78 Chevrolet Nova, finna grab me one
Suckers caught me loafin' at the store,
he thought he had him one
Swear that it won't go that way
again, I turned my savage up
Hit up Avis, what they taxin'
for? We need them Acuras
Hit the agents, what they taxin'
for? We need them Draculas
Twelve months and seven days
away from givin' rappin' up
Add me up, real estate portfolio,
like ten of 'em
Before the Lam' and Maserati,
I went Benz on 'em
'Fore the AMG, was yokin' Buicks
with the rims on it
Tinted all the lens on it,
we ain't into fishbowlin'
We don't do no dick holdin',
richer than your big homie
Thirty on my bitch Rollie, that's
just for the wrist only
The whole kit junkie, fire
first, it get spunky
Polish on the toes, these is
sixes, call 'em Kid Cudi
Get money, show your love and loyalty
'bout spinnin' for me
Or take these 40s and these choppers
in your crib for me
I fucked with blood when I was
broke, he had gigs for me
He had chicken on the table,
he had zips for me
Livin' lovely, poppin' Ace of
Spade, now we sippin' bubbly
Just keep it stitchy when they blitz
'cause it be gettin' ugly
Keep it stitchy when they blitz
'cause it be gettin' ugly
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