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Magazine (feat. Berwyn, Youngs Teflon)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rimzee
Rimzee
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Youngs Teflon
Youngs Teflon
Songwriter
BERWYN
BERWYN
Songwriter
Ricardo Miles
Ricardo Miles
Songwriter

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Had the shotty, had the spinners, don't forget about them semis
I can think I had more esses than Mississippi
They hit you on the bed, now you're sipping through the tube
Your bruddas gon' have to start call you Mr. Sippy
My old girl a fed, couldn't ever miss a hickey
Said she's calling jakes, good thing I hid the blicky
Fell out with my bro, situation kinda sticky
Cah I love his mum and he love mine, but it's all tricky
I was in my teens living like a miskeen
Only reason they were ripped, I had a dagger in my jeans
Now it's zero mileage on my new car and my clothes
Six men in the barrel, I be running with my woes
If the ratio poor, I'm bringing sand to the beach
1942 and then it's back for the screech
Had beef since young, I got saved by the bells
But I never failed school, got my grades on the shelf
[Chorus]
How you mean?
Course we got drive and gasoline
Just come back from a mazzaleeen
See my face in a magazine
Star bwoy
How you mean?
Course we got drive and gasoline
Just come back from a mazzaleeen
See my face in a magazine
A star bwoy
Star bwoy
[Verse 2]
Whip got no mileage
Too much money, I can't hide it
AP Skelly, don't need no stylist
Meetings with my ****
Nine bills on dinner
You know I got this trap shit in my soul, Bryson Tiller
Got it out the Pyrex
Went and made a hundred in this Nike Tech
Hood **** still answer private
Circle your ends like a mosh pit
Came up doing block shit
Now a **** eating with chopsticks
Preference
This Glock came with extension
My T got more raw than a engine
Never been a one to run
I remember selling one on one
Now my Jeanius jeans one of one
My trap line banging
I hit the streets, I feel like Clint in Paris
Plus I rap white, Eminem
150 for the Skeleton
My Amex platinum, I ain't American
[Chorus]
How you mean?
Course we got drive and gasoline
Just come back from a mazzaleeen
See my face in a magazine
Star bwoy
How you mean?
Course we got drive and gasoline
Just come back from a mazzaleeen
See my face in a magazine
A star bwoy
Star bwoy
Written by: BERWYN, Ricardo Miles, Youngs Teflon
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