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lirik lagu zion – ssg splurge

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[intro]
(six7, what it do, fool?)

[verse]
n*ggas outside in all black like a [?]
n*gga play with some money, get threw off a building
chopstick make him come out his shoes like zion williams
got a cup full of lil wayne and it got no ceilings
ar with big bullets, i can k!ll godzilla
[?]
i just f*ck hoes and dip, i don’t touch no pillows
would’ve cut that b*tch off, i ain’t come with my scissors
n*gga reach for my chain and get fried like gizzards
n*gga play, then we waitin’ in his grass like lizzards
young n*gga tryna snap on his ass like a [?]
i can’t throw you no paper, do i look like a pitcher?
in my city, walk around with the rod like a fisher
oh, that boy think he dope? he get threw in a swisher
you try stealing from me, put your hand in a blender
wear the gucci lifejacket like i’m finna go swimmin’
got saint laurent boots with the spurs like tim
keep a glock, i’ll pop, i ain’t goin’ like them
f*ck her on a percocet, i ain’t nuttin’ like him
got diamonds, so you know i keep a k like kim
got a lightskinned b*tch and she beggin’ for action
you was on the side of the field like a high school mascot
i’m bored, f*ck around, f*ck that b*tch ’til i pass out
[?] i ain’t blow with this rap sh*t, so i had to [?] tell him meet me [?]
[?] out the bay, had the streets on fire
tell [?], i just sent him a wire
n*gga, stop all that cappin’, you ain’t never rode forgiato tires
i been in the coupe with the doors with the sliders
i ain’t know all these rappers was liars
everybody with me got a gun, n*gga, even my driver
my lil’ n*ggas screamin’, “turn down for what?” like lil jon
we don’t rap beef with n*ggas, get threw in the pond
oh, he tryna beef on the ‘gram, he won
got a b*tch from pittsburgh, [?]
crash out with a .223, make ’em run
ar came with two sticks, sound like a drum
i’ma count one to ten, then let off a bomb
out*of*town freak ho suckin’ me like a bong
too many hoes, play duck*duck*goose
no little bullets, my sh*t can knock down a moose
n*gga play in this b*tch and get cut like a fruit
at the strip club with a .38 in my boot
in the drop*top, you can get dropped like my roof
we’ll come to your block, get it hot like soup
if we talkin’ ’bout clips, mine long like roots
i just hit her at twelve, then i’m gone by two
i take a freak ho
build a lil’ b*tch from a crumb, that’s me
these rap n*ggas friendly as f*ck in the studio
cappin’ ’bout he finna front me a p
but he don’t know i’m f*ckin’ his main b*tch
she already told me he ain’t never sold a key
they know i’ll walk a n*gga down broad day
n*ggas still shootin’ from cross the street

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