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lirik lagu bezzle – jay bueller

[intro hook: concept musick]
we cook up and curry
everything level
everything bezzle

[verse 1: jay bueller]
i talk the talk walk the walk, i’m a walkie talkie
i press the b-tton like obama, make you get up off me
i got a secret service, we merk you for pillow talking
we lauryn hill haters, we k!ll em softly
i laughing in the benze, guess what it cost me
couple 16’s, wrist so f-cking frosty
my kids spoiled and b-tch so f-cking bossy
i’m getting starbucks, i dont even drink coffee
i drink rosay, the ladies love mascoto
i’m in the club drunk, drinking out the f-cking bottle
and i ain’t looking for love, i’m trying to f-ck a model
or a fan, cuz my main b-tch doesn’t swallow
bezzle! you see i’m on another level and
i’m so f-cking hot that i dont even fear the devil man
skull and bones, i could make yall skeletons
make so much money, bear swear that i’m embezzling

[hook]
we on another level
everything bezzle
so man don’t have to worry
it cook up and curry
on another level
everything bezzle
man dont have to worry
it cook up and curry
(repeat)

[verse 2: jay bueller]
you cats looking for flaws, well i done done it all
i’m mike vick with ball, see i could run it all
get mike vick with your dogs, to get my point across
you writting fiction you’re false, yo you are not a boss
it ain’t talk, i’m awesome i be going off
they saying i’m showing out, b-tches think i’m showing off
the louboutin rubicon with the doors off
giavani wheels, make here wanna take her clothes
take her home then d-ck her till she doze off
roll up and roll off, thats your b-tch its your fault
i dont descriminate or immatate i penentrate
i’m house shopping, thinking thousand dollar dinner plates
i’m sharper than a barbed wire on a prison gate
and i dont fear the devil, why would i fear the jakes
i’m trying to run through every city like an interstate
yeah we got the same benze, but yours got an intrest rate

[hook]

[verse 3: jay bueller]
my cl!ck bezzle, my b-tch bezzle like big diamonds
vvs my wrist bezzle, thats big timing
i’m the son of the son, homie i been shinning
me k!ll p-ssy for fun, homie me split hymens
respect mine or the tech-9, i’m columbining
almighty, but the money got me color blinded
my gang signs is dollars, i’m in another climate
and girls do what i say, it’s like they f-cking simon
simon says you are f-cking with a f-cking giant
all i really know is triump or die trying
my stock flying through the roof
so fly, make you think i had the iron man
bueller so hot, need a fireman suit
cuz i’m hotter than the grease, and the frying pan too
i’m super man, b-tch i’m flyer than you
and since i love mary jane, guess i’m spider man too

[hook]

- jay bueller

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