Correction Lyrics Can’t Get You Out Of My Head by Lethal Bizzle

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Ok
Ok then (Yeah)
Alright right now it's the Lethal Bizzle (Bizzle)
Hold tight Wiley (Yeah)
Yeah (You're Jay-Z)
Yeah (Phone Jay-Z)
Ima black you out like Jay-Z right now (Right now yeah)
Ok then
The Bizzle
You think you can take my lyric and make it yours
Yeah is that what you think you can do?
Alright then William
Let's go
Lethal the Bizzle
(Yeah)
Yeah
Aright listen up (Yo)
Yo (Yo)

Its Lethal for the Bizzle
Biggest boy on the roads
And I got dum n***a tryna copy my flows
And I got dum n***a tryna copy my clothes
And I Got dum n***a tryna be like me (Like me)
Ok right now you will see
Hears a chair, Im gonna show you how you do it properly
A N***a wannabe Jay-Z
Ok I'm gonna black you out like Jay-Z
Yo listen up yo
Suck my Mum ok I got phase
But why say that when you're Mum's got aids
Think it's coming to her very last days
See her walkin' down the road
Bald patches in her braids (In her braids)
No biggy just one of those days (Those days)
Lethal B yeah I feel waist haze (Waist haze)
I'm the one who wears all the oneaways (Oneaways)
It's the cause of one of the big tune base
Yo every single verse is a one line flow
Willy Kat you're losin' it I think it's time to let to go
No more ideas so you wanna take my flow
No more ideas put your album on the radio
Yo this is my flow and I mastered the flow
Everybody know Le for the G for the flow
Everybody know I'm the big man on the road right now
Still a prick
Still wife in the hole
But Willy Kat my chase knifes in your mouth
Tell [?] girl I'm ready when she wants to c*m down South
This time mandem gonna go back to her house
This time gonna bust worse in her mouth
This time I might give her some dough
And this time gonna get a Bombay roll
Ok right yeah I Bombay roll
Then I took off her top like were ya t**s go
What you doin' ya girl's got no breast man
What you doin' though you had a [?] she's a [?]
What you doin' no bum don't even serve no little [?]
Face f**ked up like Mike Blaw what you doin'
Willy Kat what you doin'
R Kelly what you doin'
Mighty Mo what you doin'
Garry Glitta what you doin'
Tiger what you doin'
Gun Man what you doin'
So Get It what you doin' what you doin'
And no don't wanna take this to the roads
Cause when you see me blud your off on your toes
Pup pup run run every body knowz
Tiger no I will tiger your nose
But let me know when You wanna take it to the road
And I know that anytime I see you on the road
And I Know anytime I feed you with the [?] holes
And I know a road man was scared to the day shows
I am the man now
Everyone talking about me now
Talking about the Lethal B now
And I know you can hear it in your ears
Cause I come before your spot, I know you're getting scared
Yep yep
Man are saying I am the man (Yep yep)
Man are saying I am the Dan (Yep yep)
You said I came back with a bang
Came back no bang
Came back with a POW! POW!
Nope I ain't no singer
I write big songs, big tunes like oi
Heard your album Willy Kat
I think you needed my help now oi
Man suck you're mum big boy
You write labels going that fast rude boy
And I be a big thing in the past rude boy
No sh*t one line won't last rude boy
Kylie one said you moving like a G
Then you started rap [?] and that Crazy T
That's another dumb n***a tryna sound like me
But his flow bare sounds like the ABC (Shut up)
I told you soon you will see
It was cold for one, not fire
I'm so gone now know you can't spam me
You get six shot anytime you come around me POW!
Yeah
What now then?
The Bizzle
How dare you insult my intelligence
2000 and more fire
Yeah
Bizzle

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