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DDG & Paidway T.O - No Kizzy Lyrics


[Intro]
Devo this shit hard

[Chorus: DDG]
I know she miss me
I be sippin’ on Henny, this shit got me dizzy
Nigga no kizzy
If it ain’t about money, my nigga don’t hit me
Convertible top coupe, I grew up in the struggle but damn it I got through
It’s me and it’s not you
I did not want to leave, but baby I got to
What you gon’ do when I leave for real?
None of this shit you be doin’ for feel
None of this shit I need to heal
Shawty be trippin’, she need to chill (Mmmm)
Pop this shit open, don’t need the seal
Tired of the millions, I need a bill’

[Verse 1: DDG]
She wanna speak, but I don’t want to chop it up
Please don’t open your mouth ’till you top it up
I get these bitches so wet I had to mop it up
Said you know mе, but now I keep on poppin’ up
I love like teenagers, I lovе me an ebony
Kill the pussy, I caught me a felony
These bitches want me, the drip is too heavenly
This suit bad, I can rock it with [?]
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Don’t do relations
All these niggas want to be my friend, ’cause they see I made it
Last week I fucked his hoe, and I won’t say shit
I don’t fall in love no more, ’cause all these bitches basic

[Chorus: DDG]
I know she miss me
I be sippin’ on Henny, this shit got me dizzy
Nigga no kizzy
If it ain’t about money, my nigga don’t hit me
Convertible top coupe, I grew up in the struggle but damn it I got through
It’s me and it’s not you
I did not want to leave, but baby I got to
What you gon’ do when I leave for real?
None of this shit you be doin’ for feel
None of this shit I need to heal
Shawty be trippin’, she need to chill (Mmmm)
Pop this shit open, don’t need the seal
Tired of the millions, I need a bill’

[Verse 2: Paidway T.O]
Pop me a Perc and I seal the deal
Stack up the money and stash a mil’
When I hold the Glock, I shoot to kill
I hit the lick and got out of there
Run in yo’ crib while yo momma there
I do not care if your son is there
I’m in L.A., these bitches be thick as a bitch, I’m sorry I gotta stare
Ain’t no more fightin’, we bringin’ the sticks
I got a Glock, it’s 30 my clique
This is a .40, this bitch got a kit
Shoot at the opps, don’t care who I hit
He wanna fight, ’cause I’m fuckin’ his bitch
She wanna fuck with a nigga that’s lit
I’m off a Perc and I’m breakin’ her hip
Pull out the dick and I nut on her lip

[Chorus: DDG]
I know she miss me
I be sippin’ on Henny, this shit got me dizzy
Nigga no kizzy
If it ain’t about money, my nigga don’t hit me
Convertible top coupe, I grew up in the struggle but damn it I got through
It’s me and it’s not you
I did not want to leave, but baby I got to
What you gon’ do when I leave for real?
None of this shit you be doin’ for feel
None of this shit I need to heal
Shawty be trippin’, she need to chill (Mmmm)
Pop this shit open, don’t need the seal
Tired of the millions, I need a bill’


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