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Voices Video (MV)




Performed By: BiC Fizzle
Language: English
Length: 2:38
Written by: Abdallah Ahmad, Brian Chan Jones, Jeremiah Northern




BiC Fizzle - Voices Lyrics
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(Drvmlord)
Dark-ass room, you know it's a yellin'
F*ckin' with my brain
Yeah, it's close, you heard?
F*ck
Uh, I can't shake this shit
Happy than a MF
Force 'em
Shake-shake

I heard voices, it said, "I don't know how we found you"
How you hear it? You was sellin' nickle bags back in school
Is it true that you pray dude ain't pass ICU?
Was it you? Did you call the shots?
Is all them rumors true?
Dark-ass room, I ain't get no sleep
Strugglin', hustlin', roamin' the streets
I make a way for my family to eat, so I would be weak if I leave on a T
Come with drugs, I got dirty P
Fallin' in love ain't workin' for me
These hoes scrubs, I'm feedin' 'em meat
Puttin' dick in her guts at the Airbnb
Washin' these blood stains out with bleach (bleach)
Rpg rines on the side of my feet (feet)
Be in these Forces just tellin' me
Sayin', "I don't know why we gotta read" (why we gotta read)
Reapin' and purgin', keep it a secret
Wish I could tell you what I done seen
Bae don't know why I'm in these streets
F*ck all these voices, keep f*ckin' with me, damn

F*ck
Wish I can tell you
I don't know why I'm here
Wish I can tell you

Ayy, why they be playin' like Fizzle
Won't kill with his brothers on sight but he strapped in the middle
Them dogs, the way I should've been in the kennel
Ol' roughish young nigga worth like eight figures
You send 'em myself, then just get 'em delivered
These nigga bump fake and they talkin' to pillow
I ain't doin' no fakin', I don't be rollin' with killers
You flexin', I'll take the flash out 'fore that skrilla
Wanna clout chase? We layin' on niggas
Top off, I ain't playin' with niggas
Hop out that bitch and freeband a nigga
These handguns fast, we fannin' niggas
Trick 'em like pick up that can and hit 'em
See yo' location, that shit was fancy, killed him
Damn, these voices scarin' a nigga
Like a bitch out the West, he don't got no filter

I don't know (I don't know)
What you want (what you want)
Or why you here (or why you here)
But can you go? (Can you go?)
I want P's (I want P's), leave me 'lone
I cook beef (I cook beef) on the stove
Tell 'em, "Go", they call my phone (my phone)
Don't ask me 'bout it 'cause I don't know
Wish I can tell you
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English

(Drvmlord)
Dark-ass room, you know it's a yellin'
F*ckin' with my brain
Yeah, it's close, you heard?
F*ck
Uh, I can't shake this shit
Happy than a MF
Force 'em
Shake-shake

I heard voices, it said, "I don't know how we found you"
How you hear it? You was sellin' nickle bags back in school
Is it true that you pray dude ain't pass ICU?
Was it you? Did you call the shots?
Is all them rumors true?
Dark-ass room, I ain't get no sleep
Strugglin', hustlin', roamin' the streets
I make a way for my family to eat, so I would be weak if I leave on a T
Come with drugs, I got dirty P
Fallin' in love ain't workin' for me
These hoes scrubs, I'm feedin' 'em meat
Puttin' dick in her guts at the Airbnb
Washin' these blood stains out with bleach (bleach)
Rpg rines on the side of my feet (feet)
Be in these Forces just tellin' me
Sayin', "I don't know why we gotta read" (why we gotta read)
Reapin' and purgin', keep it a secret
Wish I could tell you what I done seen
Bae don't know why I'm in these streets
F*ck all these voices, keep f*ckin' with me, damn

F*ck
Wish I can tell you
I don't know why I'm here
Wish I can tell you

Ayy, why they be playin' like Fizzle
Won't kill with his brothers on sight but he strapped in the middle
Them dogs, the way I should've been in the kennel
Ol' roughish young nigga worth like eight figures
You send 'em myself, then just get 'em delivered
These nigga bump fake and they talkin' to pillow
I ain't doin' no fakin', I don't be rollin' with killers
You flexin', I'll take the flash out 'fore that skrilla
Wanna clout chase? We layin' on niggas
Top off, I ain't playin' with niggas
Hop out that bitch and freeband a nigga
These handguns fast, we fannin' niggas
Trick 'em like pick up that can and hit 'em
See yo' location, that shit was fancy, killed him
Damn, these voices scarin' a nigga
Like a bitch out the West, he don't got no filter

I don't know (I don't know)
What you want (what you want)
Or why you here (or why you here)
But can you go? (Can you go?)
I want P's (I want P's), leave me 'lone
I cook beef (I cook beef) on the stove
Tell 'em, "Go", they call my phone (my phone)
Don't ask me 'bout it 'cause I don't know
Wish I can tell you
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Writer: Abdallah Ahmad, Brian Chan Jones, Jeremiah Northern
Copyright: Lyrics © 1KLAN MUSIC

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