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lirik lagu fuk life – z (of firing squad)

[intro: z]
i’on be on these tracks talking like this
i mean if you see me you see me
holler at me
aye

[chorus: z]
i’m like f*ck like, we’re on rough s*x
but i bounce out when my plug text
face column but i’m not balling
i told gollum i’m up next
f*ck y’all i’mma go raw
i done told god, it’s no late text
beat it down, i’mma be around
and if you talk back then yo face next

[verse 1: z]
dip through the hood with the brainsick rapping
the half*ass rap they don’t want that flack
see me in their trynna give me raps that wrath
anybody in my town wanna cap off that?
so who the f*ck want it you little silly f*ggots?
we gon’ show up, there ain’t no death thrеats (c’mon)
it’s brainsick, you wanna test flesh
we taking fadеd routes into the death bed
[bridge: z]
only got time for the gold sh*t
so on my mind like i’m golden
real sh*t
know my time, better roll then k!ll sh*t
hope my fam can hopefully feel it
k!lling motherf*ckers up on any platform
when the mini mac*form
if you looking for the real sh*t (c’mon)
z rap for the brainsick b*tch
firingsquad
anybody else can get f*cked fam

[verse 2: z]
man z just trynna live homie, f*ck your life
i got kids and a b*tch and a f*cking life (yeah)
i put food in the fridge when i touch a mic
so if you act like a b*tch i gotta f*ck your wife (f*ck your b*tch)
fire got hotter so i upped the price
give me five of the light and i upped your likes
not on facebook you stupid f*ck, i’m talking f*cking life

[bridge: z]
i roll the streets with my faithful for that
me and my banger trynna make this money (gimme that cash)
so if you funking baby pray for this dummy (pray for ’em)
now spray for the money
spray spray for the money
[verse 3: z]
i got sh*t to lose like my stomach hurt
so if it come down to it i put guns to work
p*block rep, leg comforter
and i got phased to the days that the gun don’t work
check me, here’s your dingo berzerk
but i never back down from the show to swerve
motherf*ckers talking like they murdering the words or should i’ve brought us in the squirters put the two into the burbs
what the f*ck!
i’ve been a scrooge mcduck
cause that’s on my life i got a ruger tucked (here we go)
motherf*ckers wanna be brainsick in the streets, but i’d rather make cheese than go and f*ck you up (yeah)
i’m a business man
you’re in the game for what?
cause the sh*t cool now so you’re talking tough (haha)
i put a palm on your face you little sissy f*cks
and drop my nuts in my pants like a b*tches b*tt (uh)

[outro: z]
whoever want it man
anybody got a problem with firingsquad
z
brainsick muzik
holler at me
we ain’t out here playing f*cking games homie
motherf*ckers grew up on this sh*t
page baby
i’mma track you on the streets, what you gon’ do?
little man got hands
hahahahaha
mu’f*ckers gon’ catch me if they talking man
promoters
parties
these hating motherf*ckers in jail
talk on the fam and catch fades

- z of firing squad

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