4AM D WIZZ (Ft. Lancey Foux & Poundside Pop)

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(Intro, Lancey foux)
(Ooh, ooh, ooh)
(Ooh, ooh, ooh)
(Ooh, ooh, ooh)
(Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Threw a blicky in a cop car just raced out that shit
Threw a blicky in a cop car just raced out that shit
Threw a blicky in a cop car just raced out that shit
Threw a blicky in a cop car just raced out that shit

(Verse, Poundside Pop)
All these diamonds got me colder than a freezer, yeah
Pour wock up in the soda by the liter, yeah
Fuck the bitch and let her go, cause I don't need her (Yeah)
All this money, I'ma blow it (Hmm)
All this money, I'ma blow it on some drip
I'm that nigga, yeah I know that I'm the shit
Off this molly right now, I'm barely geeked
Off the shrooms right now, I can't eat (Yeah)
Fucked a freak and gave her back to the streets
I was ridin' round town with the heat (Yeah)
I been ridin' round town with the heat (Yeah)
Put a nigga in the ground, six feet (Damn)
Yeah, new drip, no, this shit ain't old
Real nigga, sticking to the code
Ah shit, it's too cold (Cold)
In London, gotta keep that heater it's too cold
In London, huh, got a bad bitch she look like Lauren London