Paroles Buick to benz Mozzy

Buick to benz

If I lost it all, would you still love me?
And if I died for you, would you still love me?
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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 lik? Usher, nigga, let it burn
What's the word? Talkin' trips and skits, th?n 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 COD
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 hand to them
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, eighth in 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 my 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