Blizz by Muze Sikk Lyrics
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Sikk is so toxic
Fucking turn it off bitch
You can suck a little lemon drop if your nauseous
Who can suit a tie like the price ain’t a topic
I got your girl astonished
By nothing but my wallet
Blizz on blizz on blizz on blizz
I’m the man in box with the digital cents
Got the game on lock
It’s ethereal
I don’t know nobody else whose outchea so material
Fuck it
Reap what another man sow
Flex like MF did it on his own
Bleed the last drip from a ancient stone
Back to back slack
Pick it up
Come and show what you hunt
Ohhh
I will not accept any bag I didn’t earn
Hard work pays
Sounds like something you ain’t heard
Heart flushed to extent
It’s agreed
Imma bad MF
From my jacket to my jeans
Bitch
Legеnd has it there’s a rainbow
With a pot o gold
You just need a halo
With a side of cold shouldеr
I could flex on a bitch
Keep her coming back like the winter and it’s simple
I could printer to your type writer
Imma big biter
Plate full of bluff
Stakes up
Sidewinder
Get the butter
Fly high
Try a bible
I cannot be held accountable or liable
You can’t libel anonymous titles
I’m so lippo
A shutter shy Kylo
My dose
Is a bitch
You can have a seat
Come on in
Have a sleeve
I don’t know nobody else whose knocking with the beats
I purported what the port is and I’m picky
I won’t leave
Imma greedy MF only outchea for the green
Don’t pretend to settle in
Roll a tree
Blow a leaf
You a bad ass bitch
Suck a dick
Pardon me
Blessed be the soul of the man with his soul still in tact
With my balls in your mouth
I could hardly hear a breath
Wicked gnarls in the back
Wish a wall into wack
Walk around with the wax
Go to town in that ass
Buss her down
Break a stack
Budding proof
Pick a bar
Any track
What a match
Shits lit
Like a light in a lab
Overcooked
You ain’t really with the book
Throw it back
Sikk is so toxic
Fucking turn it off bitch
You can suck a little lemon drop if your nauseous
Who can suit a tie like the price ain’t a topic
I got your girl astonished
By nothing but my wallet
Blizz on blizz on blizz on blizz
I’m the man in box with the digital cents
Got the game on lock
It’s ethereal
I don’t know nobody else whose outchea so material
Fuck it
Reap what another man sow
Flex like MF did it on his own
Bleed the last drip from a ancient stone
Back to back slack
Pick it up
Come and show what you hunt
Ohhh
I will not accept any bag I didn’t earn
Hard work pays
Sounds like something you ain’t heard
Heart flushed to extent
It’s agreed
Imma bad MF
From my jacket to my jeans
Bitch
Legеnd has it there’s a rainbow
With a pot o gold
You just need a halo
With a side of cold shouldеr
I could flex on a bitch
Keep her coming back like the winter and it’s simple
I could printer to your type writer
Imma big biter
Plate full of bluff
Stakes up
Sidewinder
Get the butter
Fly high
Try a bible
I cannot be held accountable or liable
You can’t libel anonymous titles
I’m so lippo
A shutter shy Kylo
My dose
Is a bitch
You can have a seat
Come on in
Have a sleeve
I don’t know nobody else whose knocking with the beats
I purported what the port is and I’m picky
I won’t leave
Imma greedy MF only outchea for the green
Don’t pretend to settle in
Roll a tree
Blow a leaf
You a bad ass bitch
Suck a dick
Pardon me
Blessed be the soul of the man with his soul still in tact
With my balls in your mouth
I could hardly hear a breath
Wicked gnarls in the back
Wish a wall into wack
Walk around with the wax
Go to town in that ass
Buss her down
Break a stack
Budding proof
Pick a bar
Any track
What a match
Shits lit
Like a light in a lab
Overcooked
You ain’t really with the book
Throw it back