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zebra woods - sme taxfree lyrics

[intro]
(yeah, baby, you did this one)
(yeah, baby, you did this one)

[verse]
boy, these b*tches four g’s, these some zebra ‘woods
like a fat kid with some hot wings
get some neck bones on the same plate, b*tch, i’m eatin’ good
you probably don’t ’cause you can’t, boy, i do it ’cause i could
if you thinkin’ i’m a l!ck, boy, your ass could come and find out
lil’ b*tch wasn’t tryna give that p*ssy up, i had to sign out
eighty yings, eight hundred every ying
told my plug i’m finna fly out
you better suck that d*ck good, this your tryout
ooh, i got a big crib, cameras everywhere, you better not try no bne
the best numbers, i got weavе, nah, this sh*t ain’t got no seeds
no sticks, all buds, boy, this sh*t like a godd*mn christmas tree
me and chicken pittsburgh and wе blowin’ up with kush
had to clean the trap up, it would shake everywhere, i had to dush
hah, no, you don’t really know how to hit them grams, you a rook
sixteen for a book, i know where to get it at
almost took a look, but dumpin’ weed, i’m good at that
i love quagen on my fitted hat, only trish’, bro, i got this sh*t from snoop
out in cali in the lambo doin’ loops
i ain’t talkin’ ’bout dude scary ass no more
got his sh*t took, he sweeter than a fruit
you know i ain’t do that sh*t, boy, i’m slammin’ like i hoop
n*ggas think that lil louis somethin’
but it ain’t sh*t, i’ll buy that sh*t too
twenty*five for my bimmer coupe
another forty for my truck, it’s like seventy*something bucks if you wanna round it up
pullin’ up knockin’ hands out the window like you want this pound or what?
i really live this sh*t i’m rappin’, n*ggas know what’s up with me
zebra ‘woods, not no buffs, but they still four g’s
why i got two pair of buffs? i ain’t usin’ ’em for no reading
want some money but i can’t f*ck, told that lil’ b*tch i’m leavin’
you ain’t tryna give that p*ssy up, lil’ b*tch, that’s treason
i got some sh*t on the way from johnny, finna have me freezing
all ones, not no vvs finna have me cheesing
two g’s for that lambchop, that ain’t sh*t
boy, i rented a lamb’ truck for no reason
huh, this my real life, n*ggas rappin’ sh*t that sound good
like some steph curry under armours, boy, i run the whole hood
skinny n*gga off the west, but i’m big like i’m suge
i’ll beat your ass, n*gga, yeah, this jag’ fast, n*gga
he want it all cash, i pulled up with it
everything i be rappin’, you can picture ’cause i did it
[outro]
(yeah, baby, you did this one)

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