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lirik lagu free zoski – est gee

[intro: est zo]
ah, big zoski, b*tch
slimey, slatt
(lucci, how you feel? yeah)
(lucci, how you feel?)

[verse 1: est zo]
i miss my n*gga, that sh*t major, we gon’ k!ll ’em all
i hate that b*tch, ’cause she played me, now i’m tryna f*ck her moms
goofy n*ggas in the way, thinkin’ they gon’ stop the cause
that money be the reason why your dawgs snake you off
it’s a switch up on the glizzy, turn his brain to pasta
the first shot hit his melon, he ain’t get to see a doctor
b*tch, i’m swimmin’ with lil’ scary, higher than a helicopter
we tryin’ duck the coppers with a car full of choppas
it’s murder on my mind, i done went and found his partner
just caught the n*gga danglin’, now his ass won’t see tomorrow
bop, that’s my blood, b*tch i’m slime, right or wrong
these n*ggas in they feelings so they makin’ diss songs
when i’m thinkin’ ’bout austin, b*tch, i’m getttin’ a wolf gone
granny, i know you watchin’, just protect me while i’m goin’ wrong
posted on the island with big b’ in my second home
we up on every car, and get to dumpin’ if they move wrong
[verse 2: est gee]
yeah, hittin’ on my pack until i get a bruise on it
told her wipe the counter, i been cuttin’ food on it
right after we hit yo block, i seen the news on it
they be huntin’ for yo top, i got five hunnid blues on it
i broke off the whole gang, and let change see what the love like
i’m the type puttin’ my partner back in brains, make sure he love right
acting like you t’d, posting me ’cause n*ggas got gun license
sh*t be fun and games, ’til the doctor say, “your lungs dyin'”
n*ggas keep on sayin’ we done enough, but we ain’t done slidin’
heard they want that l!ck back, i got sh*t whacked, keep my gun by me
nah, i ain’t never heard of yo big brother, he a bum probably
ho n*ggas can’t come ’round me, i might have lil’ bruh rob me

[verse 3: big30]
ayy, b*tch, i’m ceo, they know we put sh*t in the coffin
big choppa gang ceo, the choppa house my office
see every opp there was a problem, on my son, we offed ’em
oh he a opp and we had dropped him, on my son we shot him
b*tch, this a robbery, you get to movin’ during this operation, then i’m sparkin’
tried to spin through my block, they left his b*tch ass by the garbage
rich as f*ck, give no f*ck, i’m still gon’ break a b*tch regardless
free sheisty out the fed, when he come out, he might come ‘rari
ammunition, switches, .50, might pop out with a fully
i can’t stand down for none, we got hollow for all the bullets
try to play me like i’m j*p’, i have them k!llers in your bushes
i ain’t arguin’ on the net, i’ll turn your b*tch ass to some cookie (gas, blrrrd, blrrrd)

- est gee

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