Azizi Gibson - The Intro lyrics

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Azizi Gibson - The Intro lyrics

Hey, little whippersnappers, welcome to the pterodactyl crown Please silence your phone 'cause nobody wants to hear that sh** I'm so excited for this movie, bro After paying 12 f**in' dollars for a goddamn movie Ayy, watch it, man Thank you Shh, shut up Now you wanna download sh**, sh**, sh** 'Member when you used to say no about goin' to the show Now you in the front row Lookin' like a hoe tryna give me clips of the kid Now you wanna s** my dick, dick, dick I remember last year, you was like, "Yeah, I downloaded it But uh, I still ain't get to it yet," sh** Now you wanna smoke my sh**, sh**, sh** You was like, "Show a lil' love, let me hit that blunt" n***a, I ain't pa**in' you sh** Oh, so, now you wanna be part sh** Well that's too bad 'cause we don't give a f** Listen up, start turnin' up I came a long way from slingin' pro' I'm singin' mo' sh**, n***a, I done been on tour Been f**in' who*es from around the world But no, it don't stop there And you know it doesn't Turn the page, n***a, no, you wasn't Anime, you ain't heard of him, but now you love So listen, balls in the fake, all in the same I'ma take this sh** to the next No time left, my success story, gotta take over here Mix it up with a little punch, my n***as finna move in here And if somebody ask if you seen my a**, don't tell 'em sh** I'm bangin' through your head just like a hangover (Hangover) I fit in pictures only 'til the pain's over (Pain's over) Controlla in Miami 'til the game's over (Games' over) (Over, over) I'm comin' straight for your neck I know what's next, seen through your deck b**h, I'm grimy I don't need no respect (f**) Just two hoes and a check Anime and some friends Who's about the sh** that I am To have a good time while I can Because the brain don't give me sh** (No) Now ain't that a b**h? They say, "Go independent," I say, "Independent my dick" (My dick, dick) I rep the game so hard, they don't even know I exist So it's frisk store, goin' everythin' until I'm out this b**h (Yeah) I thought we'd all would ball, I thought we'd all would get rich But nobody cares, gives two sh**s 'bout the kid They tell me, "Do this," but they ain't never there So I do this sh** on my own, I gots to keep it trill (Trill) I'm bangin' through your head just like a hangover I fit in pictures only 'til the pain's over Controlla in Miami 'til the game's over (Over, over) It's over It's over

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