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zouljarag - niontay & esteban. lyrics

[verse: esteban, niontay]
yeah, alright
punch in, punch out, slide like tyson
no pen, no pad, i don’t even like writing
beatin’ the road, i don’t even got a license
i’m feelin’ like wayne, all i need a lighter
i’m going in ’til my name on the flyers
i don’t want your ho, i just needed to fly her (fly her)
i’m fraud like snake oil salesman
the wire was foreign, it came from belgium
said it’s smoke, but they can’t inhale it
that p*ssy is power, she probably sell it
show they hand, make ’em highly regret it
ain’t come overnight, it took time and effort (lil’ n*gga)
by my brudda, i’m sliding with nel
n*gga don’t need the plug, they in need of a baron
training the beat like we kenan and kel
on jesus, i send me a n*gga to h*ll
know a n*gga set fye, turn to rain with a dell
sh*t take a lil’ while when it come through the mail
you don’t wanna get roped? gotta pick up the sh*lls
you on? i catch me a n*gga tyrell
you broke n*ggas find* hold on, huh
you broke n*ggas find the side of the cell
you signed that paper, went straight to the shelf
gotta die for a [?], cause i made it myself
he sent a tweet, then we gave him the belt
off a ten, i can’t tell how it actually felt
all that d*ck eating is bad for your health
n*gga only d*ck riding they having for self
real life rap, n*gga came up for real
i can make a hunnid thou off platinum scales
i can make a hunnid racks off death, for slips
all money in, no buts, no ifs
f*ckin’ the game, put my thumb in her b*tt
you love me? you know we can’t kiss on the lips
i’m tryna grind like crook, i get on the beat
still punching, still don’t got a hook
you won’t understand what it took
i was just hiding some box, and marked my books
my z need a m on his books
ain’t finna never come home
they gave [?] the book
still on my grind like a smith
way i be doing this sh*t, it ain’t sweet as it look
‘fore i rap, get you popped like a cyst
n*ggas would run up that bag up they mouth if they could
in the back of the spot like a [?]
send me the pdf file, n*gga know i’ma cook it
n*gga be lying in their music
link up with gang, got more artillery than computer
i found a route and abuse it
you bought that glock for picture
lil’ n*gga, use it
hustle like that in the net
i pulled this sh*t out the mud, ain’t nothin’ you can tell me
i’m in new york like a pimp
come walk a mile in these ‘gielas, this sh*t get lil’ heavy (lil’ heavy)

- niontay esteban lyrics

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