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Old Man Enzo

๐Ÿ‘ค Nashady โ€ข ๐ŸŽผ Badmizaaj โ€ข โฑ๏ธ 4:15
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โฑ๏ธ 4:15 duration
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๐Ÿ“œ Lyrics

Crack the bar so you can get a blow off it

Dug happily in the grave, I'm better off scoffin, mai bhot raucous

Dastaane mai dabaake chala stash

Achooth ko bhi Midas touch pass, and they love that
Who's up for a Decappuccino?

Guillotine, the way a neck tie had my father's head off his base

Pigeonholed in an office space

Now the fam ask me to go off videsh

But nah I'm still here
To provide architectural amendments on your top 5 Lists

Walking head on in a fog light mist

While they still worship a self proclaimed punchline king
Par woh mera saath maangegi
Toh tujhe Dene apne wakt ke maine 8 aane ni
Kaarnaame kaale izzat mujhe raas aani ni
4 kari usne aagey mujhse 7 baate ki
Maan khaarij aur falak ke neeche 5 taare ni

I be plannin on my trifecta, sly shepherd

Matlab maine teeji aankhein kholi

Yaha kaloli jaise pushing 40

40 ounces fucking packed or it's deuces dalhousie

Duh-uh if susan is a bitch then
I'm better off scoffing on your jane austen

Take off it, charamseema seemit for BVB
Let the hell breaks on us

Meri aadatein kharaab hai
Habits gone to the gutters
So it's 1 of 1, 101 percent the finest in your acr
And its done, dusted

Cherry on the top of my bun maske

Sakht kasbe haavi, never but never say never in my city
Har din the bricks of the house switches
Chaar duni chaar in the ditches

Find me in one cause my trigger finger itches

Home is where the heart is, so count on the bitches

Blow off the pot and pound on the riches

From the city that's recession hit

Green sheets on City slums when that g20 bullshit was here

Depths of the brain was obsessed with superficial

Now the only way it's gonna feel something's a Ruger pistol

I got Money in the mattress i sleep on my problems
Hear my life through these beats like the speaker's a horcrux
Auction my soul to the promisers of commerce
Dede monikers ke dollars, imma chronicle the squalor

Cuz the squalor chronic

It's no problem when i dont speak

Issa problem when i do

Hai khij, hataash, suroor

Bekaar jisme jhooma bhai 4 raat no sleep

Incarcerating thoughts and an aggravated mood

The flame of my ambition blue
Burn my soul in it dheemi aanch par jaley tadpe meri rooh

This that cup ramen and toast hunger
Wash it down with some spiked weed and weak tetrapack juice
PCR khadi dallo ko protection deri kyu
Sector 7 next to the ice cream parlour 3:30 on my watch
6 pe bhagaare through the zoo

Put you in your place ya I put you through the zoo, through the roof

Mattha teke ghutna choom ya ghutna teke get to do

Get to work, every verse a solid A but beggars can't choose

My eyes are green, should wonder if i eat my cantaloupe

Shauhar been recluse, ask the status of the street zooters

Please hoopers, don't fetch the ball too far off of glee shooters

Shauhar been recluse, never ask the status of the street zooter

Be scooter, fuck your masters up for a bitch move

And too many stories to tell like i'm rick rubin

He's an old man enzo, this not a frenzy

Fuck your 15s with one like Kareem Benzy brother

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