Lyfe Harris & Jahkoy - Dizzy

Met her at Phipps in Atlanta
Shawty only roll with the scammers
She cocky as hell with no manners
She's an emotional cancer
Shawty put the syrup in a Fanta
And she gon' fuck me slow for the camera
All the angles got her ass looking fatter
Keep it rolling we got unlimited data
She's a city girl won't leave home
She would rather ride with me than be alone
Cashing out on everything that you want
Is it Fendi , is it Fenty ? is it Balenciaga you want ?
Don't tempt me , ill have you mixed in til' you dizzy
Until you dizzy , dizzy you got me

Dizzy you got me , dizzy you got me
Dizzy you got me, dizzy you got me
(Spinning round like you want me to)
Dizzy you got me
(Still pulling up when you say fall through)

I met her on the west of Toronto
And she done fucked a couple niggas I know
But I fucked a couple bitches she chills with
And I might spill it all when I'm tipsy
No but I got to plead the fifth when I'm off the fifth
Fuck that po' it up
Shawty gotta fly it out to Texas straight from the 416 tryna cash out run It up
I'm on the block with the gangsta's
And baby all your friends are money makers
You still don't do favors
When your exhausted out from chasing paper
You know what to do
Your off that 1800 tipsy
Your probly' way to drunk to miss me
And all that chasing around got me dizzy right now

Dizzy you got me , dizzy you got me
Dizzy you got me, dizzy girl you got a nigga
(Yea thats how you got me)
And your a killer , hands on the trigger
(Yea just how your supposed to)

Written by:
KEVIN BARD, JORDAN PALMER, DYLAN SCOTT QUAGLIATO, ANDY TONGREN

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