slowthai - MAZZA Lyrics

(Shit, yeah)
Jesus Christ
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Mazzalean (Mazzalean)
When I'm pullin' up, muddy dungarees (muddy)
Ayy, make the place look like a murder scene (murder)
Ayy, when I make moves, I'm a money fiend (money, yeah)

Suicidal tendencies, what's up man?
Feel like I'm down I say, "What's up?"
Way too, way too, way too gully, give me money (give me it all)
Cannot trust me, no one ever f*cking buss me change
(Buss me, buss me, buss me, buss me, buss me)
Look how shit changed
Feeling like these drugs made me better than I was
But I never felt love before the drugs
So now I say, "What's up, what's up, what's up, what's up?"
Say what's up?

Feel to revert to my old ways
Cricket tickets, wraps of cocaine
Sticky fingers, shoplifters
We got tools like Homebase
Lift a finger, dug his own grave (yeah)
Same, same with the same name (yeah)
Closed case, red wine, no rose
Do genocide for the whole gang
You're telling lies, now I'm energized
I'm more precise
Walk in, made a Big Bang
Propane with a Roxanne
Gin and tonic, I'm a bigger topic (yeah)
Bigger pocket, can't close my wallet
Quicker blottin like my name's Sonic
Glass homes, we stone chuckin'

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Mazzalean (Mazzalean)
When I'm pullin' up, muddy dungarees (muddy)
Ayy, make the place look like a murder scene (murder)
Ayy, when I make moves, I'm a money fiend
Ayy, make the place look like a murder scene
Ayy, when I make moves, I'm a money fiend

Olive, body shaped like a bottle
Popeye off of spinach
Pop a model 'till she waddle
Dropping Tyler off, damn
Light a flame, toss a Molotov
Drop it off then I Mazel Tov
Pop a whole god dang champagne bottle cork
Still might find me in a mosh pit
And I still ain't even corporate
Walked in with who I worked with (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, run up on you while you joggin'
Make you listen to my Walkman
Mixtape shit stream never seen make a whole boat sink (listen, bitch)
Watch all the hoes pay attention when I walk in
Stroll in like an old man
Like I popped like four Xans
Niggas acting like close friends
Fam, don't even know mans (naw)
Tell the kids I'm a grown man
Pop two step, slow dance (dance)
Uh (woo, woo, woo, woo)
Got jokes uptown Harlem World
New York like I'm Pop Smoke
Ridin' 'round in the drop Rolls
Watching rats in the pot roast
Finger polish with the top coat
The bottom platinum but the top gold
Bling bling, that's barcode
Ring ring,that's a smartphone
Beep beep, there your heart go
Slowthai, here your part go

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Mazzalean (Mazzalean)
When I'm pullin' up, muddy dungarees (muddy)
Ayy, make the place look like a murder scene (murder)
Ayy, when I make moves, I'm a money fiend (money, yeah)

(Different goals)
(On the street)
(Play different roles)