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lirik lagu zoo gang soldiers – ot7 quanny

[intro: ot7 quanny]
(ooh, sav k!lled it)
huh

[verse 1: ot7 quanny]
i just ran through fifty cash, n*gga, you waitin’ on friday (yeah, you waitin’ on friday)
she said she want n*ggas with some money, send her my way (send her my way)
have her biddin’ on the road with so much cash, she was nervous
n*gga, why the f*ck you want my number? you ain’t tryna purchase (you ain’t tryna purchase)
my b*tch found out i f*cked your b*tch, now she mad (now she mad)
it ain’t sh*t, i’m a boss, i changed her mood and bought her bag (i bought her bag)
a hundred racks to turn this robbery to a homicide (a hundred racks), he think i’m the pizza man but when he come out, he gon’ die (when he come out, he gon’ die)
n*gga, you ain’t gettin’ money, i think you should stop it (you should stop it), how the f*ck i fit twenty grand in my pocket?
heard you can’t keep a b*tch, n*gga, ’cause you broke (’cause you broke)
press a b*tton, this b*tch do just i say like a remote (just like, ahaha)
n*ggas talkin’ crazy, thirty clip look like a rope (thirty clip, like, what you say?)
b*tch, i’m super hot, yeah, i think i seen a ghost
they said “what’s his name?” died, hold up, bro, let’s make a toast
i just met a migo, he got the “shh,” his name los
brand new f.n. five*seven in my louis coat (how you get it in?)
swimmin’ with them sharks, boy, you better not get ate
i be in the field catchin’ plays, [?]
ran out of shoe boxes, think it’s time to buy a safe (run it up)
better lace your cleats, p*ssy, and you better not lack
’cause if you slip once, we gon’ book you for the sack
only thing i ever wanted was some f*ckin’ racks
and once we say it’s up, we put you up, it ain’t no comin’ back
and if we talkin’ scores, p*ssy, go and check the stats
i know you heard about the last two got played, got strapped
i know n*ggas from the a playin’ with birds like [?]
i just left the louis store and i spent like 12 flat
i just poured four ounces now i’m sleep walkin’
i was out, miami, b*tches naked in the ‘rarri
this the playboy mansion, thirty b*tches in the spot
n*gga, i’m a boss, i spent a stack on my socks (sh*t was light, uh*uh)
[verse 2: poundside pop]
i be runnin’ with them zoo gang soldiers, i be with some juveniles, they ain’t from the ‘nolia
yeah, this glock get to poppin’ like a toaster, got my b*tches movin’ bags, put ’em in a rover
bullet hit ’em in his head, pop right out his shoulders, n*ggas talkin’ ’bout what he did, we ain’t even notice
p*ssy n*gga gon’ be dead, playin’ ’bout that rollie
me and quanny ballin’ on these n*ggas, shaq’ and kobe (swish), yeah
boy, your favorite rapper, he’s a fed, all my n*ggas sellin’ work, n*gga, f*ck the feds
baby, i don’t wanna f*ck you, i just want the head
n*gga, i been sippin’ purple, i don’t want the red
all these b*tches ’round the gang tryna steal the lingo
smokin’ cha runtz, b*tch, that’s all the gang smoke
b*tch, this money grow on trees, [?] like chainsmoke
n*gga doin’ that wolfin’, he don’t no smoke
talkin’ like a shooter, boy, we know that you don’t tote
chiefy come through like max payne, shot ’em slow*mo
chiefy come through like max payne, shot ’em slow*mo

- ot7 quanny

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