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BiC Fizzle – Cruise Control Lyrics

BiC Fizzle – Cruise Control [ Lyrics Letra ] Letra BiC Fizzle BiC Fizzle – Cruise Control [ Lyrics Letra ]
Intro
Grrt, grrt-grrt
Grrt-grrt, grrt-grrt
Grrt-grrt
Hooked up (This shit gon’ be crazy, Jacc)
Mm-mm, mm

Chorus
Making my move, call shots from the office (From the office)
You ain’t gotta tell me to shoot, I’ma pop it (I’ma pop it)
I was too humble, I’m back on my cocky (My cocky)
These niggas couldn’t fuck with me, boy, if I taught it (I taught it)
Everybody shootin’, then call my bluff (Then call my bluff)
Everything quick, when I hit, better duck (Better duck)
Automatic weapons inside of this truck
I’m on point both ways (Both ways), if they, I’ma bust (Ayy, right quick)
Stick and I move, I don’t give a fuck (A fuck, what?)
Just like the president, can’t be touched (What?)
‘Fore I run out of cheese, you’ll run out of luck (Boy)
I lost a lot, I know Cuz gon’ bust (Boy)
Body for free, leave you slumped on the curve (Curve)
Throw on my ski, I get maskеd, go purge (Go purge)
Sippin’ codeinе and my words so slurred (Slurred)
When I shoot, it’s on me, coulda played on the Spur

Verse
Moving out fake, so lose
And if I move in this bitch, I’m shootin’
Whatever it is, let’s do, what it do?
I was lurkin’ at six in the morning or two (Two)
He south slime with a switch in my jewels
Won’t know enough, so I poured up two (Two)
Clarity, 30K just for the two
I went turned up my smile, coulda put it on you, boy (Boy)
Everything quick, know my choppa and switch (Switch)
Steve, no rings, he a slimy bitch (Slimy)
Runnin’ on feet, it’s just me with two switches (Boom)
I’m busting, they ducking and dropping they glizzy (Brrt, brrt)
I’m busting, they running and fall like bitches
Ain’t shootin’ no hands (Boy), I’m ready to blank (Blank)
Big Trae 57 blow up a tank (Tank)
Big shit popper, say, “Fuck what ya think” (Fuck what ya think)

B (B), you better not fuck over me
Got that iron in this bitch, I’ll shoot to the beat (I’ma shoot to the beat)
I (I), I am the youngest in charge
If you play with that image, I’ma let it spark (Let it spark)
C, crackin’ whatever they claim ‘cause them niggas lame
They ain’t even hard (They ain’t even hard)
I’ll crash out in public and rock out a pot like I ain’t worth a hundred mill’ (Pot)

Chorus
Making my move, call shots from the office (From the office)
You ain’t gotta tell me to shoot, I’ma pop it (Gotta tell me to shoot, bah)
I was too humble, I’m back on my cocky
These niggas couldn’t fuck with me, boy, if I taught it (Boy, what, boy?)
Everybody shootin’, then call my bluff
Everything quick, when I hit, better duck (You better duck)
Automatic weapons inside of this truck
I’m on point both ways, if they, I’ma bust (I’ma—, bah)
Stick and I move, I don’t give a fuck (A fuck, boy)
Just like the president, can’t be touched (Can’t be touched, boy)
‘Fore I run out of cheese, you’ll run out of luck (All outta luck)
I lost a lot, I know Cuz gon’ bust (Bah, boom)
Body for free, leave you slumped on the curve (On the curve)
Throw on my ski, I get masked, go purge (Go purge)
Sippin’ codeine and my words so slurred (So slurred)
When I shoot, it’s on me, coulda played on the Spur (On the Spur)
Outro
On the Spur
Coulda played on the Spur
Leave a nigga ass stretched on the curve
They can’t even say no words
Leave a nigga ass up on the floor
Uh-uh, like forty somethin’ more
When we spin, you can’t spin back
Uh-uh, uh, it’s over
Uh-uh, a nigga know we was raised different
Oh, outside, I won’t say he hit me
I’m outside, this the same damn heat
Same damn night, caught him so damn big
Damn, he got caught like a bitch
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BiC Fizzle – Mr. Bigg (feat. BIG30 & Cootie) Lyrics

BiC Fizzle – Mr. Bigg (feat. BIG30 & Cootie) [ Lyrics ] Letra BiC Fizzle BiC Fizzle – Mr.
(Мmm mаnnу соok that ѕhіt up)
(Аyy mama that’s my dаd)
Вig blrrrd big blrrrd

Bеtter not call me mr. bigg n!gga (No)
І can send my уoung n!gga fifty оr split your wіg n!ggа (Your throat)
I beеn putting shit up ѕince 2015 on my kid n!gga (On ray)
Роsted іn the ville with 1k but wе got ’bout ten with us (’bout eight)
Ѕwear therе’s ’bout ten cutters (Blrrrd) fіve kѕ (Blrrrd) five drасs (Fivе dracs)
Нe tried tо run up pu*sу caught five shotѕ to the facе (Ayy to the face)
We put shіt on the nеws fох 5 gаng doa (News gang)
And I keep shotѕ on me in еvery state put that on grаpe (On grape bic fizzle)

Ayу this ain’t nо gloсk b!tch this a c n!gga (С)
Cеrtіfied stepperѕ with me I run with somе wig splіtters (Split your wig)
Screаming “1k” but we got way mоre than a kill wіth us (Way morе thаn a kill)
B!tch I’m bic fizzle ain’t no fuking mr. bigg (ain’t no fukіng mr. bigg)
We сoоl on you І don’t want ѕmoke we knоw the biz n!ggа (Go smokе with уour 12)

I throw that yоung n!gga a flag аnd make your friend flip ’em (Ayy go get ‘еm)
Вought some new lumbers I can’t waіt sоon aѕ the summеr seаson (Soon as it’ѕ hоt)
Dracs and .380s lot of mamаs crуing and posting pictureѕ (Postіng piсtures)

It’s јust the cоotеr it ain’t ѕhit to send a blіtz boy (Тhe coоter)
А lot of shooters plus wе ѕtrapped up with sо mаny guns (So many guns)
No mr. bigg but my pockets ѕhitting on mrs. puff (Mrs. puff)
Gоtta be a brave mаn уou drop your nuts and play with us (Don’t play)
Drac’ саn rіp yоur bеllу (Your belly) don’t get ѕent to helly (You gоnе)
I jumped off the porch one dirty glock twо smith & wessons (Yеah two)
And been ѕending this whіte ho off thе blоck І call her beсky (I love her)
Ѕhе paу all the bills аnd custom maseratiѕ I’m whipping (Damn)

Glock 19 on autо
Whole lot of shoоters gon’ blіtz if I sаy so
Choppеrѕ and ar lil’ bitty draco
Јust pоured an eight over thіrty in а faygo

Brrt aуy fifty today have to lаy lоw (Low)
Nothing ’bout уour n!gga ask gоd whеre his face go (Faсe go)
Thesе bulletѕ bіg mr. bigg (Brrt) send threаt (Brrt) then wе sending a halo (Brrt)

Ayy shoоters gon’ ѕhoot when I say so (Sо)
We ’bout thе block all dаy like a lego (Lego)
Gоt a уoung n!gga that’s fourteеn (Fourteen)
He don’t beliеve in gоd he belіevе in thаt draco (That drac’)
Вoy you know it ain’t nо stopping (Stoppіng)
He gon’ get it done ѕоon the big30 sаy “go” (Blrrrd)
30 ain’t doing no оppіng (No)
Gеt shit done n!gga know І don’t play hо (Big blrrrd blrrrd)
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BiC Fizzle – All The Way Up Lyrics

BiC Fizzle – All The Way Up [ Lyrics] Letra BiC Fizzle BiC Fizzle – All The Way Up [ Lyrics]
BiC Fizzle – All The Way Up
Intro
(Pull up Mingus, we gon’ slide)
(Yanabu, what’s good?)

Verse 1
Ayy (Ayy), bless the streets, they look at me, I leave ‘em somethin’ to follow
From the wicked inside like Nardo, duckin’ potholes and the hollows
Never breaking gang tie codes, you disrespect, I chase you home
Been in the streets for way too long, from burglaries to flippin’ low (What’s good?)

Chorus
Tossin’, turnin’, missin’ sleep, that’s just the cost of love
Go all in on artillery, bought a stash for all my thugs
Street lights on, I ain’t made it home ’cause I’m too busy sellin’ drugs on the corner with big cuh
Guess I was raised to be a thug
’Cause what else was I supposеd to be?
I ain’t got shit for a nigga don’t like, bettеr have that bag and the clip of heat
Can’t never lack, keep chrome with me
Just look in my eyes and you can see that I been tired
Clutchin’ my iron like, “Would you ride”?
Ain’t no response, just shots firin’
Verse 2
I ain’t been sleeping, I been thinking, ain’t been eating but I ain’t cryin’
It’s a lot been on my mind, too deep in the streets for time
Youngin’ throwing up my sign and niggas dyin’ for what’s behind that
Asked God for a sign, he sent the blood check like signed neck Told killer with the business plan you gon’ get paid, where your mind at?
Man told me he don’t really want for nothin’, gonna steady drift to get where I’m at
Rollin’ dough while the time pass, having vison, countin’ fifty
Thuggin’ bad with my dog ass, never fuck with y’all’s ass
I don’t even wanna carry cash, swipe the Visa, clear the tab
Everything on cruise control, I’m working hard, might grow some abs
I’m in the lab, prefect the craft
If I knock the boy down with a jab
Since I was young, ain’t fuck around, they fuck with me and I burn the town (Let’s do it, let’s do it)

Chorus
Tossin’, turnin’, missin’ sleep, that’s just the cost of love
Go all in on artillery, bought a stash for all my thugs
Street lights on, I ain’t made it home ‘cause I’m too busy sellin’ drugs on the corner with big cuh
Guess I was raised to be a thug
‘Cause what else was I supposed to be?
I ain’t got shit for a nigga don’t like, better have that bag and the clip of heat
Can’t never lack, keep chrome with me
Just look in my eyes and you can see that I been tired
Clutchin’ my iron like, “Would you ride”?
Ain’t no response, just shots firin’
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BiC Fizzle – Changes

BiC Fizzle – Changes Lyrics
Changes Lyrics, Letra:

Intro
Keep some of that shit though, like at the beginning where I was killin’ that shit it
You know where I stop bullshittin’
Huh-uh

Chorus
Real nigga, some peepin’ and hatin’ from a distance
Solid as fuck if you hatin’ on a nigga, then you must got somethin’ against me (Fuck it is?)
What it is, what’s all this tension?
They just see them changes, nigga
I be all by myself, thinking ‘bout nothing but life, how the fuck I can change a nigga? (How the fuck I can change a nigga?)
How I’m livin’, it’s dangerous, nigga (Big Fizzle)
You don’t know what I’m thinking
In the hood with that banger, diamond danglin’ (Diamond danglin’)
Won’t touch, shit drop, so I’ma take it (Take it)
Before the rap I knew I was amazing (On God)
I can sell anything, you lazy (Bitch)
‘Fore I give up, I stick up this shit and get rich off of robbin’, jackin’ and taking
And I won’t die broke, do that shit on my soul, so I can’t go back and erasе it (Ha)

Verse
Country boy where I’m from I made it and I ain’t еven made it to where I want to make it (Where the fuck I want to make it to)
That would make this shit so damn crazy
Seein’ niggas in slick competition, but I’m a real nigga, I’m happy you winning
I done touched six figures, this just the beginning (Woo), eighteen, that young nigga shittin’ (Damn)
Did a donut at school, so cool with the teachers (Damn), them folks ain’t even suspend me
Graduated up in Mac, D stand for my people and I know they happy I did it
Know you see these chains up in me, smilin’ this shit, but got anger built in me
So I got a quick temper and I ain’t that social, why I don’t be hanging with many
I remember my pocket was skinny, Cooter the only one that helped a young nigga (On God)
Now these folks act comin’ around like I owe ‘em somethin’, I don’t owe you a penny (Bitch)
Bombey hit the curb, it’s dented (On God)
Window tinted, can’t tell who in it (Bitch)
And my vision clear, I know what I want, can’t stop ‘til a youngin fulfill it
I never start somethin’ I can’t finish, that’s how I was raised, that’s how I’ma end it
Tell the judge, “Free Travis and Jimmy Traz”, they both picked up two Glizzies
Shoot ‘em both at the same time, pop my shit, ‘bout to pay that shit, John Wick it (Boom, bah)
Got some hoes in the hotel lickin’ (BiC Fizzle)
Youngin that havin’ his way with this shit, he livin’ (On God)
Chorus
Real nigga, some peepin’ and hatin’ from a distance
Solid as fuck if you hatin’ on a nigga, then you must got somethin’ against me (Somethin’ against me)
What it is, what’s all that tension? (Bitch)
They just see them changes, nigga (Changes)
I be all by myself, thinking ‘bout nothing but life, how the fuck I can change a nigga?
How I’m livin’, it’s dangerous nigga
You don’t know what I’m thinking (Hold on)
In the hood with that banger, diamond danglin’ (Now)
Won’t touch, shit drop, so I’ma take it (Take it)
Before the rap I knew I was amazing (Knew I was amazing)
I can sell anything, you lazy
‘Fore I give up, I stick up this shit and get rich off of robbin’, jackin’ and taking
And I won’t die broke, I’m a Clark street baby, bitch

Outro
Yeah, nigga, you know I’m a Clark Street baby, you hear me?
Everything about me a real nigga, I ain’t never did no flaw shit, you hear me?
‘Cause I’m a real nigga, I’m 1K for real
Clan business, you hear me?
Everything I stand for, I don’t need it ‘cause I’m a real nigga, you hear me?
And the devil folded his deal, you hear me?
The fuck you hatin’ on me
What it is, what it is, what city?
What it is, what it is, my city
Four, five shots and you ‘round that glizzy
And you know my diamond got a pendent
Spin on my block, then you won’t spin no more, boom