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lirik lagu jeffrey dahmer 2 – zakare

[verse]
99 up on the chop, it’s one up top, it hold 100
crucifying all the opps, them n*ggas knowing how we coming
pray to god before you start sh*t with a demon like me
you stirring sh*t up with zakaré and yo b*tch ass finna feed
gated community, my glock got ambiguity (grah)
put a switch up on this b*tch, the atf gon’ end up suing me
doing tricks up on my sh*t, i think that b*tch practice pilates
i ain’t see you get no dog tag, why you claiming all them bodies?
trick up on n*ggas, knowing i’m drilling way more than home depot
he ain’t get hit with no bullets, he was duckin’ wit’ his people
[?] was number one, what the f*ck you saying you a lead fo’?
knock on yo door and blown your brains out through that mother f*cking peephole
[?] i ain’t [?], choppa gon’ eat that n*gga face like jeffrey dahmer
that n*gga [?], man, he need to drink some watеr
i made a [?] wrappin’ myself into the music thеn the drugs
that n*gga can’t make a good song, he need to start dropping them drugs
[?] on these n*ggas like i’m tryna smuggle drugs
that’s why i call my mans r. kelly, steppin’ in the name of love (free r. kelly)
[?] behind the back, but r.i.p. btb savage
and i’m feelin’ like a farmer ’cause i stay stackin’ this cabbage (ah)
when i say, “i want his head,” i want that sh*t stuck on my wall
if i tell my shooter, “crash out,” he walker down like paul
and i used to work at five below but now i keep that fye below
if i k!ll yo lame ass right now, yo b*tch ass gon’ die a hoe (rrah, rrah, rrah)
catch a n*gga right now, they gon’ have to put his card up
zakaré is gogeta, turn a n*gga into stardust
jelani be with grave diggers, i’ll get a n*gga car crushed
and the opps gon’ wave a white flag, they saying, “it’s too hard for us” (it’s too hard for us, please)
hoe, keep on yo clothes, i’m tryna get the top and leave
‘cause if i f*ck yo hair up i ain’t paying for no weave
smoking on this sh*t that make an opp n*gga get angry
160 bullets hit his front and back, i call him jarvis landry (yeah)
i told ’em f*ck that, i’m tryna make this n*gga new name “john doe”
these bullets juggled him up in the air, he thought i had a combo
i got the keys to yo b*tch heart, they think zakaré name is future
and you ain’t really ’bout that life, you just a gangster on computers
why yo entire crew got crutches?
man, you n*ggas ain’t even stepping
akimbo uzi’s on my waist, i’m riding with two lethal weapons
talk like a b*tch, act like a b*tch, man, we might have to go and f*ck you
yo b*tch gon’ answer yo phone while she sucking my d*ck ’cause she dubbed you (b*tch ass n*gga)

- zakare

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