Download Lagu BUICK TO BENZ - Mozzy MP3

If I lost it all, would you still love me? And if I died for you, would you still love me? Oh Went from Buick to Benz I stopped pimpin' on that ho 'cause I was losin' my friends Wasn't used to that then, I'm like, "I'm head first" On that type of timin' like let's see who end up dead first Yes, sir, handkerchief matchin', we the red shirts Grab a crate, blow the K and see if all the rest work Tryna force your guys and 'em to slide, it ain't gon' never work 'Cause they gon' tell on 33rd, you niggas never learn With bone crusher, I'm like Usher, nigga, let it burn What's the word? Talkin' trips and skits, then it's lil' Relly turn Purple-hearted, went retarded, every medal earned Got acquitted on them charges, tell 'em court adjourned He beat the body, for his kills, that nigga 4th confirmed G-O-D, box from Houston landed, look like C-O-D Yellin', "Free the level-four killers and the DOBs" She poppin' blues, I said, "I'm bool, baby, we on these" Strictly ten, you need a couple, hit up B-O-B We don't leak, even off this medication, we don't sleep Jackets they be passin' out for rattin', that's what he gon' need Lean on me, took him to the distro, everything on me I can't get the blammy in the venue, nigga, we gon' tweak Granny 'nem, bitches treat you different when you handed 'em Snubs and lil' Nick 'posed to be with me, bitch, I ran with them Get off the 'Gram with all that trollin', why you playin' with them? Took a trip with zoe, it was on safety, thought it jammed again Hand in hand, we was gram for gram (?) San Jose Made a way, face card clean, but these hammers ain't '78 Chevrolet Nova, finna grab me one Suckers caught me loafin' at the store, he thought he had him one Swear that it won't go that way again, I turned my savage up Hit up Avis, what they taxin' for? We need them Acuras Hit the agents, what they taxin' for? We need them Draculas Twelve months and seven days away from givin' rappin' up Add me up, real estate portfolio like ten of 'em Before the Lam' and Maserati, I went Benz on 'em 'Fore the AMG, was yokin' Buicks with the rims on it Tinted all the lens on it, we ain't into fishbowlin' We don't do no dick holdin', richer than your big homie Thirty on bitch Rollie, that's just for the wrist only The whole kit junkie, fire first, it get spunky Polish on the toes, these is sixes, call 'em Kid Cudi Get money, show your love and loyalty 'bout spinnin' for me Or take these 40s and these choppers in your crib for me I fucked with blood when I was broke, he had gigs for me He had chicken on the table, he had zips for me Livin' lovely, poppin' Ace of Spade, now we sippin' bubbly Just keep it stitchy when they blitz 'cause it be gettin' ugly Keep it stitchy when they blitz 'cause it be gettin' ugly Keep it stitchy when they blitz 'cause it be gettin' ugly