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stm - zeeyt lyrics

[intro]
whoa, whoa, whoa
yeah (uniqvile)
what? what?

[verse]
my n*gga we wilin’ (wilin’)
type of sh*t i can go outside just to catch a body (body)
all this za, roll another blunt, give a f*ck ’bout shawty
my money be up, so ’bout a b*tch i can not give a f*ck (nah)
reloaded my gun, better not try sh*t ’cause you gettin’ popped
d*mn since i was 14 i been doing that lean (f*ck)
that go and show you that life been hard for me (f*ck)
my homie with the xannies and also the addies (addies)
so high off this earth, don’t need a pill for a body (f*ck)
why internet talk? come and meet my gun (f*ck, f*ck)
stacking up my bands, roll another blunt (f*ck, d*mn)
in love with the way i keep a choppa, pray i don’t spray it hoe (baow)
put some pill up on yo head, now an addict get you gone
or i can straight up go ahead and do it by myself don’t give no f*cks
if you with yo homie ain’t no worries i can k!ll you both
d*mn, that’s some reasons on why i straight up don’t give no f*cks
like i’m ja morant i’ma keep that pistol in the club
(see it in my motherf*cking face)

- zeeyt lyrics

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