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• Artiste: Izza Kizza
• Titre: Kizz Bizz
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How do you want it? How does it feel? Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game Livin the fast-lane life for real Izza Kizza, where your business at? Where yo business at, 'cause I want it bad Make me more money Dip your hands into my honey [x2] She said, "Kizza, give me one more chance, Kizza Kizza give me one more chance" Kizza Kizza, where yo business at? You know how I do I still got hos from high-huh-high school Ain't none like you My swagga's so avi Yeah they want it bad I make 'em go crazy Next generation, I am radical, baby I just grab and go Basically, I'm baggin yo' lady Came from rags to the riches Don't be mad how I did it I'll be gone, 20-40 I'll be back in a minute I'm clean like <i>ting</i>, like I just left the dentist I'm strong to the finish Follow me, come with Kizza Next I'll be the first one out the door Next I'll be the first one on the floor Yeah, it's like that I do it how it's supposed to be done I'm King Kong on that honey bun More bounce to the ounce, count me in Money like rims, I keep spen-in-in-in-in I keep grindin' and I I keep shinin' and I I go out of town and you can't find a nigga All colors and (uh) all kinds of women I'll bout done somewhat economic nigga After you, pack it up then stop Tie it on, then cop I ain't with that window shoppin' I get it po-po-po-po-poppin' like the collar of a rich man Why still standin' there, girl? Get in Next I'll be the first one out the door Next I'll be the first one on the floor Itchy kitchy kitchy down my back [x3] As a matter of fact, I like it like that You know that momma, when you want it I got it like Sam Goody I'll give it to you so good, you'll be like, "Take the damn cookies" These rookies don't know how to love you right I know you sick of them children and baby I'm a grown man My place or your place? Really it don't matter, I'm showin' you the Oh Face I'll give to you good, I guarantee you won't wake up I'll be punchin' bag in an earthquake I'll give you something special, spiritual, and Biblical If that waist was any better, then it would be invisible If that ass was any phatter, it would be so ridiculous So what, is you leavin' with me? Why you laughin'? I'm serious