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lirik lagu bon appetit – zone7rizzo

[intro]
right off the top, you know i get it
yo’ n*gga claiming that he thuggin’, but he isn’t
i keep a couple k!llers with me and they trippin’
better play yo’ part ’cause they don’t never leave no witness
this one for my mans outta state, yeah they jammed him on the plane
he didn’t even get a say
this sh*t part of the game
let a n*gga think it’s sweet and we gon’ pull up, let it bang

[verse]
you don’t wanna see me win, that’s just what it is
keep on blowin’ up my phone like i’ma answer that
i’m on your head, you didn’t know, it’s like a pop quiz
let her throw that ass back and i’ma handle that
mr. no lеase, clk, two seats
double gg, too street, i’ma f*ck on 2 frеaks
combo two piece, that 40 is on me
let a n*gga think it’s good and i’m throwing his ass heat
perk 10’s got me nodding in my bed
b*tch i’m smoking on that gas, i ain’t smoking on no reg
pick a n*gga like i’m tryna do a hedge
ain’t no talking out this here when we knocking at yo’ head
i know they wanna k!ll me, abraham lincoln
’cause i be in the kitchen with the pot steamin’
i be in the streets with the glock beamin’
n*gga, you be on the gram with them clout demons
i think i’m going mia, mi
take off to florida and move the packs across the state lines
ask the reporter, i hit my quota, yeah i get mines
i know you be rapping but you be capping with them dumb rhymes
i told her come correct if she coming with me
she know she f*ckin’ with a god like a nun and a priest
holy father, i’ma drop the b*tch in holy water
i hit the club to buy an eighth, sh*t cost 40 dollars
i need a hundred band l!ck
b*tch said she hate me, i don’t never hear sh*t
i’ma keep it lit for them thugs that i’m with
i just thought you knew that it is what it is
i’m n2deep, at the hotel for a week
don’t wanna close my eyes, ’cause i see demons when i sleep
don’t wanna help these n*ggas, ’cause they use to call me weak
and if yo’ name ain’t dubblabs, i don’t even want yo’ beat
they might be yo’ friends, but them n*ggas ain’t friends of me
that might be yo mans, but that n*ggas my enemy
40 hold a 30, i’m hittin’ a 10 at least
couldn’t even sell an eighth, i was selling a 10 a piece
n*ggas talking greasy, they really don’t wanna beef
baby, i be by the pit with a toothpick up in my t**th
6 foot 5, now he laying right by my feet
yeah, the choppa getting hungry, i told him bon appétit

- zone7rizzo

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