Butterfly

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Izaya Tiji - Rap, USA

Butterfly

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[Intro] (Aye, what these niggas on Soulja?) [Chorus] Had to grow up, butterfly yeah I put doors up (Shoo-shoo) I just roll up, with a friend of mine, he got a stove tucked I got my nose up, I can smell fuck nigga, he bogus Yeah, I pop three jiggas, I'm dozin' I can drop six figures, go frozen Eatin' good lil nigga, get bloated Nigga caught up, but I told em Your heart got shot up, so I rolled you My nigga dont smoke gas, so he poured you You with the hoes, yeah keep your composure He almost got smacked, yeah bringing them lo's up [Verse] Talking about the business (Pew-pew) Pop these- pop these percs like I'm addicted Hit the gas like fuck a ticket You make yo' bitch dryer than biscuits Bust her up, then I edge it Throw him up, but don't catch him How we ride, that shit reckless We with Ks, like some Chechens Wan' be gang? we gon' test him Like it's Faze, we just sniped him In the face, shit so trifling Fuck dat hoe, for my liking I'm so fly, like a bison Like a bison, uh, uh Like a bison I'm like Avatar, yeah I'm in her brain just like a psychic I can't trust these boys, yeah I know these boys be out here mice-ing She say that I'm her favorite toy Brand new chop, just came from Hanoi Make him meet the mop when he come out the store Yeah, he like to talk, I can't wait to up score Wait til we on that port Wait til he on the floor I smoke that wet like shore Gon' grab that boy like stork Got dis hoe wet' than a shore Yeah, nigga to my left got SIG Yeah, nigga to my right got Taurus Yeah, yo bitch wanna have sex Young nigga, you better control her I'm not sober Zay tryna be in a coma [Chorus] Had to grow up, butterfly yeah I put doors up I just roll up, with a friend of mine, he got a stove tucked I got my nose up, I can smell fuck nigga, he bogus Yeah, I pop three jiggas, I'm dozin' I can drop six figures, go frozen Eatin' good, lil nigga, get bloated Nigga caught up, but I told em Your heart got shot up, so I rolled you My nigga don't smoke gas, so he poured you You with the hoes, yeah keep your composure He almost got smacked, yeah bringing them lo's up [Outro] (Cough) (Cough) (Cough) (Cough) Dang Hehe, heh (Cough) (Cough) (Cough) (Cough) Shit

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  • Izaya Tiji