Moza Kaliza a lansat piesa intitulata “Fvck”. Auditie placuta!
Lyrics
VERSE1:
Benzo, outta sight yea
Facts, to ride with us need a license (yea, wow)
Ask politely
Gang gonna fuck you up like Tyson (ai)
The Bezos type yea
Class, never dragged into a fight yea
Lightin’ up them herbals in a pipe yea (Jeez)
Jeez, Imma never need them benzos to revive yea
PRE-CHORUS:
Bitch, say my name!
Fuck the clout
Fuck the fakes
Back on track
Make it rain (Hop on a plane)
Fuck the hate
Fuck the lies
Got the grind
In my veins (Burns like a flame)
Fuck the rules
Make my own
I want more
Fuck the pain (We not the same)
Fuck you, bitch!
Bring the dough
Fuckin’ high
Fuck the fame (Tough road from where I came)
Uh bitch, Imma take another shot
Been hearin’ them sayin’ I’m all those things that I’m not
Y’all have opinions I don’t give a fuck about
Been shaping these glutes to carry what’s about to come
Oooo, still the same
God bless this moment and how far we came
Can’t get up there without the sweat and pain
No compromises, we go fuck fuck fuck
CHORUS:
Fuck the doubt
Fuck, fuck, fuck the clout
Fuck, shut ya fucking mouth
Fuck, fuck, fuckin’ cold
Yea, bitch drippin’ in gold
Fuck, fuck, light a bong
Fuck, fuck, fuckin’ rage
Drink, party, gettin’ laid
Fuck, fuck, fuck
VERSE2:
I be ‘Jeez, lie down, take a moment, bitch breathe, gonna
Die too young if you can’t control your hate, wanna
Make me feel like shit just so you can feel better’
Bitch, too bad that I’m tough like a motherfucker
Moza brings the heat like a motherfucker
Moza keeps it tight like a motherfucker
Bitch lit up the stage like a motherfucker
PRNY killed this beat like no motherfucker
PRE-CHORUS:
Bitch, say my name!
Fuck the clout
Fuck the fakes
Back on track
Make it rain (Hop on a plane)
Fuck the hate
Fuck the lies
Got the grind
In my veins (Burns like a flame)
Fuck the rules
Make my own
I want more
Fuck the pain (We not the same)
Fuck you, bitch!
Bring the dough
Fuckin’ high
Fuck the fame (Tough road from where I came)
BRIDGE:
Oooo, still the same
God bless this moment and how far we came
Can’t get up there without the sweat and pain
No compromises, we go fuck fuck fuck
CHORUS:
Fuck the doubt
Fuck, fuck, fuck the clout
Fuck, shut ya fucking mouth
Fuck, fuck, fuckin’ cold
Yea, bitch drippin’ in gold
Fuck, fuck, light a bong
Fuck, fuck, fuckin’ rage
Drink, party, gettin’ laid
Fuck, fuck, fuck
