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buzzer beater - zukenee lyrics

[chorus]
(slay, slay, slay)
i shoot like buzzer beater, got blood on my wife beater
i shoot it like ariza, i’m f*cking with this diva
these n*ggas wanna be us, these n*ggas cannot be us (no)
we was in the trap with our feet up (yeah)
cooking kis and sh*t you heat up
i got dolce & gabbana on my shoes, this sh*t look pressure (what?)
i’m a diamond made from pressure (switch it up)
i got shooters pull up, press you
this a micro drac’ from russia (switch it)
it was snowing then he bluffing (what?)

[verse]
this new sh*t crack rock, ooh, it hit like crack rock
i got swords and some flintstones, they hit like bedrock
told the b*tch she better get gone, k!ll the corpse, the dead rots
srt the hedgehog
i was pulling up, b*tch, i was pulling up, i was just keeping it kosher
p*ssy wet, i think i need me a coaster
sipping sh*t, she want another mimosa
gen5 glock with the switch, keep it closer
tunnel vision in this sh*t, i’m getting closer
hard in the paint all night, i’ma post up
shots fired then they put that boy on a poster
parking lot pimping, b*tch, i’m lit in the lot
these n*ggas p*ssy, they living a lie
i’m in the trap, r*rent it out
i’m in the trap, uh, rent it out
slice the sword, i finish, yeah
free k3 from that sentence, yeah
give ’em beats like bnyx
i send out like fi*fi—
[chorus]
(slay, slay, slay)
i shoot like buzzer beater, got blood on my wife beater
i shoot it like ariza, i’m f*cking with this diva
these n*ggas wanna be us, these n*ggas cannot be us (no)
we was in the trap with our feet up (yeah)
cooking kis and sh*t you heat up
i got dolce & gabbana on my shoes, this sh*t look pressure (what?)
i’m a diamond made from pressure (switch it up)
i got shooters pull up, press you
this a micro drac’ from russia (switch it)
it was snowing then he bluffing (what?)

[outro]
(slay, slay, slay)
i shoot like buzzer beater, got blood on my wife beater
i shoot it like ariza, i’m f*cking with this diva
these n*ggas wanna be us, these n*ggas cannot be us (no)
we was in the trap with our feet up (yeah)
cooking kis and sh*t you heat up
i got dolce & gabbana

- zukenee lyrics

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