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provolone my purse - zemult lyrics

[intro]
a lot of bad songs, buildin’ this sh*t up from dirt
and, yeah, my dad gone, too bad, that sh*t not a nerf
i’m really that strong, they say, “how the f*ck you not hurt?”
i’m gettin’ fat, man, drinkin’ and i gotta burp
uh

[chorus]
ten feet tall when i stand on all of my money
smoke that strong, so my mama finna come for me
i don’t f*ck with hoes, i’m gettin’ robbed, they took my artery
punchin’ in the holes, do some shottin’, that sh*t bodily
brain on the floor, i’m screamin’, “na*na*ni, na*na*na*ni”
brain overflowed and she stompin’ it, stompin’ it in
three hoes and they hop in the cullinan*n
bankroll gettin’ long, goin’ shoppin’ again
pump*fakin’ n*gga claimin’ he not from the ‘burbs
stop claimin’, n*gga, you gon’ get put on a shirt
my father died, a b*tch*ass n*gga, he dead in the dirt
i promise what you think he did, he had did it and worse
had three bonеs, had to stretch it and make that sh*t work
bad redbonе, sh*t, i’ma grab it and she finna twerk
struttin’ like a bad ho, provolone, provolone my purse
she think that the bag gone, baby, no, i gotta lurk
a lot of bad songs, buildin’ this sh*t up from dirt
and, yeah, my dad gone, too bad, that sh*t not a nerf
i’m really that strong, they say, “how the f*ck you not hurt?”
i’m gettin’ fat, man, drinkin’ and i gotta burp
slay got swag, he screamin’, “na*na*ni, na*na*na*ni”
smokin’ gas and the buds, they was noddin’ with me
we got hoes screamin’, “na*na*ni, na*na*na*ni”
two rolls and it’s punchin’ me violently
[chorus]
ten feet tall when i stand on all of my money
smoke that strong, so my mama finna come for me
i don’t f*ck with hoes, i’m gettin’ robbed, they took my artery
punchin’ in the holes, do some shottin’, that sh*t bodily
brain on the floor, i’m screamin’, “na*na*ni, na*na*na*ni”
brain overflowed and she stompin’ it, stompin’ it in
three hoes and they hop in the cullinan*n
bankroll gettin’ long, goin’ shoppin’ again
pump*fakin’ n*gga claimin’ he not from the ‘burbs
stop claimin’, n*gga, you gon’ get put on a shirt
my father died, a b*tch*ass n*gga, he dead in the dirt
i promise what you think he did, he had did it and worse
had three bones, had to stretch it and make that sh*t work
bad redbone, sh*t, i’ma grab it and she finna twerk
struttin’ like a bad ho, provolone, provolone my purse
she think that the bag gone, baby, no, i gotta lurk
a lot of bad songs, buildin’ this sh*t up from dirt
and, yeah, my dad gone, too bad, that sh*t not a nerf
i’m really that strong, they say, “how the f*ck you not hurt?”
i’m gettin’ fat, man, drinkin’ and i gotta burp
slay got swag, he screamin’, “na*na*ni, na*na*na*ni”
smokin’ gas and the buds, they was noddin’ with me
we got hoes screamin’, “na*na*ni, na*na*na*ni”
two rolls and it’s punchin’ me violently

- zemult lyrics

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