That bitch don't love me that's a fib
She just want a nigga for to hit her
She keep snap chatting like she wanna get this wizzork
She tryna treat my dick just like a wand she a wizrrd
All her friends hate me, they say she can do better
But she know better, I'm bout to get this cheddar
My mind on this money, so distract me, I can't let her
My mind on this honey, I don't think I'm finna tell her
Damn why you bitching? Why you arguing?
I'm about to pick this bitch up like 'nigga what car you in?'
I don't give a f*ck bout color, I'm bipartisan
Nigga I be making bumpers, I'm a artisan
And I don't remember shit, my nigga, I was on ecstasy
And you never make no hits, my nigga, you irrelevant
And that dope was hella fire, please tell me who sell that shit
I can tell when something a lie I just look at who telling it
Bitch don't act like you got class, when you know you a ho
But that's okay, if you got ass, to my room we will go
Maybe then you can blow, bitch I'm a breathalyzer
Look at his damn attire TC hella fire
Bitch I'll mesmerize ya
I'm making music yo son hella inspired
I just picked up on my last verse If she wanna smoke all she gotta do is ask first
She bout to catch a flight bitch come and give me some of that ass first
I can't stand most rappers, niggas that be lyin'
Like Simba and Mufasa true young Don Dada
I told you I gotcha, got all this ganja. I feel like a Rasta. I take care of my mama
Got green in my system TC power up like Popeye
So clean disrespect me imma call all my moppahs
I got that salsa I be watching Narcos I'm in love with Tata
My bitch mixed like a barcode
I'm wit it. Young nigga I'm wit it. I just bought new 11s I don't even think I can fit em
Yeah I'm getting higher than the ceiling I ain't really with all the weak shit
Niggas tryna find my weakness But I ain't even got no Achilles
I ain't even got no Achilles
That bitch don't love me that's a fib
She just want a nigga for to hit her
She keep snap chatting like she wanna get this wizzerk
She tryna treat my dick just like a wand she a wizrrd
All her friends hate me, they say she can do better
But she know better, I'm bout to get this cheddar
My mind on this money, so distract me, I can't let her
My mind on this honey, I don't think I'm finna tell her
Tc2x & Dii Tii - Wizzrd Lyrics
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That bitch don't love me that's a fib
She just want a nigga for to hit her
She keep snap chatting like she wanna get this wizzork
She tryna treat my dick just like a wand she a wizrrd
All her friends hate me, they say she can do better
But she know better, I'm bout to get this cheddar
My mind on this money, so distract me, I can't let her
My mind on this honey, I don't think I'm finna tell her
Damn why you bitching? Why you arguing?
I'm about to pick this bitch up like 'nigga what car you in?'
I don't give a f*ck bout color, I'm bipartisan
Nigga I be making bumpers, I'm a artisan
And I don't remember shit, my nigga, I was on ecstasy
And you never make no hits, my nigga, you irrelevant
And that dope was hella fire, please tell me who sell that shit
I can tell when something a lie I just look at who telling it
Bitch don't act like you got class, when you know you a ho
But that's okay, if you got ass, to my room we will go
Maybe then you can blow, bitch I'm a breathalyzer
Look at his damn attire TC hella fire
Bitch I'll mesmerize ya
I'm making music yo son hella inspired
I just picked up on my last verse If she wanna smoke all she gotta do is ask first
She bout to catch a flight bitch come and give me some of that ass first
I can't stand most rappers, niggas that be lyin'
Like Simba and Mufasa true young Don Dada
I told you I gotcha, got all this ganja. I feel like a Rasta. I take care of my mama
Got green in my system TC power up like Popeye
So clean disrespect me imma call all my moppahs
I got that salsa I be watching Narcos I'm in love with Tata
My bitch mixed like a barcode
I'm wit it. Young nigga I'm wit it. I just bought new 11s I don't even think I can fit em
Yeah I'm getting higher than the ceiling I ain't really with all the weak shit
Niggas tryna find my weakness But I ain't even got no Achilles
I ain't even got no Achilles
That bitch don't love me that's a fib
She just want a nigga for to hit her
She keep snap chatting like she wanna get this wizzerk
She tryna treat my dick just like a wand she a wizrrd
All her friends hate me, they say she can do better
But she know better, I'm bout to get this cheddar
My mind on this money, so distract me, I can't let her
My mind on this honey, I don't think I'm finna tell her
She just want a nigga for to hit her
She keep snap chatting like she wanna get this wizzork
She tryna treat my dick just like a wand she a wizrrd
All her friends hate me, they say she can do better
But she know better, I'm bout to get this cheddar
My mind on this money, so distract me, I can't let her
My mind on this honey, I don't think I'm finna tell her
Damn why you bitching? Why you arguing?
I'm about to pick this bitch up like 'nigga what car you in?'
I don't give a f*ck bout color, I'm bipartisan
Nigga I be making bumpers, I'm a artisan
And I don't remember shit, my nigga, I was on ecstasy
And you never make no hits, my nigga, you irrelevant
And that dope was hella fire, please tell me who sell that shit
I can tell when something a lie I just look at who telling it
Bitch don't act like you got class, when you know you a ho
But that's okay, if you got ass, to my room we will go
Maybe then you can blow, bitch I'm a breathalyzer
Look at his damn attire TC hella fire
Bitch I'll mesmerize ya
I'm making music yo son hella inspired
I just picked up on my last verse If she wanna smoke all she gotta do is ask first
She bout to catch a flight bitch come and give me some of that ass first
I can't stand most rappers, niggas that be lyin'
Like Simba and Mufasa true young Don Dada
I told you I gotcha, got all this ganja. I feel like a Rasta. I take care of my mama
Got green in my system TC power up like Popeye
So clean disrespect me imma call all my moppahs
I got that salsa I be watching Narcos I'm in love with Tata
My bitch mixed like a barcode
I'm wit it. Young nigga I'm wit it. I just bought new 11s I don't even think I can fit em
Yeah I'm getting higher than the ceiling I ain't really with all the weak shit
Niggas tryna find my weakness But I ain't even got no Achilles
I ain't even got no Achilles
That bitch don't love me that's a fib
She just want a nigga for to hit her
She keep snap chatting like she wanna get this wizzerk
She tryna treat my dick just like a wand she a wizrrd
All her friends hate me, they say she can do better
But she know better, I'm bout to get this cheddar
My mind on this money, so distract me, I can't let her
My mind on this honey, I don't think I'm finna tell her
Writer: Terrell Cornell
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