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lirik lagu 88 – zeeyt

[freestyle]
50k up on my wrist
50k up in yo b*tch
getting this money i flip it, i extend it up in this sh*t
man extended f*cking clips
there’s a dirty mac in it
this a dirty strap in it
shoe lace strap spazzin’ this sh*t

[intro]
you know, yesterday i was f*cked up, i was
d*mn, i was doing a hotbox at the f*cking movie theater with my homie
sh*t’s crazy bro, this is what i gotta say though
(see it in my motherf*cking face)

[verse 1]
b*tch if you see this arp you better leave
i can pull up to your party with some sh*t you never seen
and i only worry about me, can’t give two f*cks ’bout houw you feel
all you hoes be on some broke sh*t, with my homies getting bills
with my homies getting cake, extendos we lеt it rain
real sh*t all up in my blood, yeah that sh*t run through my veins
that’s gas all up in my lungs, man i swеar i want some more
young boy, yeah, yeah, from the p but f*ck with the smo

[chorus]
b*tch gun, kick, 808
bullets hollow 88
real n*gga all up in my face, realness that runs through my veins
[verse 2]
gas rolled in my blunt yeah, rollin’ thorugh the sun, yeah
f*ck all of these snake ass n*ggas, f*ck a lot of these hoes yeah
also hate being sober, just like chief sosa
i might pour some sh*t up and hate when it’s over
chilling at the sofa, weed and gun smoke yeah
smoking all of these people ’cause they talking crazy, hoe yeah
the most you ever poped was probably a f*cking pill
somebody call the doctor up the beat is feeling ill
so b*tch tell me what’s the deal, you gon’ top me off or not?
if you don’t then i call your sister up she gon’ sure gon make me cum
cause i play about myself i ain’t play ’bout no b*tch
my only goal in life right now is getting rich
yeah i want some i up on my wirst, yes i’m tryna freeze
and my whole crew crazy, d*mn, them n*ggas always ridin’ with bl!cks
type of sh*t that when they shoot them n*ggas never f*cking miss
and when i’m geeked out my body i don’t give a f*ck ’bout sh*t
yeah, yeah you know what it is lil’ homie roll you up in a spliff
not even active in the streets they do the dirty work for me

[chorus]
b*tch gun, kick, 808
bullets hollow 88
real n*gga all up in my face, realness that runs through my veins

[verse 2]
yeah, b*tch bullets 88
gun, kick, 808
backwoods, switches, and them ks
feel my heart just full of hate
b*tch ain’t even tryna date, just come and here give me brain
(yeah, just come here and give me*, yeah)
step on yo n*gga, have you ever f*cked with a k!lla’?
i don’t even f*ck with ratchet b*tches but still gonna go hit her
f*ck it actually nevermind, ’cause that b*tch prolly ran through
so i’ just counting commas over here with my goons
yeah, zero, zero, zero all up in yo bank account
i can never be on some broke sh*t count my money by the pound
i hop on a big whip, yeah carrying big sticks
you know that these bullets hollow, you gon’ take ’em all b*tch
yeah, trippin’ bout a hoe, that just could never be me
you can keep all of the hoes, i just want money b*tch
young nudy, money makin mitch, f*ck with a snitch then yo clique fall quick
[chorus]
b*tch gun, kick, 808
bullets hollow 88
real n*gga all up in my face, realness that runs through my veins

- zeeyt

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