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letra de bows from out west - blacc zacc

[intro]
you know, i got my motherf-ckin’, um
my motherf-ckin’ biscotti, n-gga, and i got my, uh-
my motherf-ckin’ cup, n-gga, and it’s dirty, n-gga
ceo (sool, we got one, n-gga)
ayy

[chorus]
smokin’ biscotti and sippin’ on lean
countin’ up hundreds, my money ain’t green
addicted to fashion, i shop like a fiend
i ride for my brothers, ain’t no in-between
he disrespect so that n-gga got pressed
i got some bows and they came from the west
i got some pointers and i got baguettes
don’t care ’bout no b-tch, ain’t got no sh-t for my ex

[verse 1]
don’t care ’bout no b-tch, i be switchin’ up hoes
this a new batch, i be switchin’ up bows
rappin’ and trappin’
i do this sh-t with a passion, i’m strapped when i walk in my shows
these diamonds, they twinklin’, dancin’ on me
i’m strapped with that stick, ain’t no handlin’ me
i can’t show no love, ain’t no feelin’ in me
my b-tch say i’m crazy but that’s how it be (b-tch!)
just got a text and it say it’s a go hard
a knock at the door, you [?] full of bows
migo back in, then we unload
i’m droppin’ the price if it’s movin’ too slow
[chorus]
smokin’ biscotti and sippin’ on lean
countin’ up hundreds, my money ain’t green
addicted to fashion, i shop like a fiend
i ride for my brothers, ain’t no in-between
he disrespect so that n-gga got pressed
i got some bows and they came from the west
i got some pointers and i got baguettes
don’t care ’bout no b-tch, ain’t got no sh-t for my ex

[verse 2]
it’s up and it’s stuck, i’m in l.a. in trucks
he made a diss so his thottie got f-cked
he could’ve been dead with his face in dirt
but i let him life and he healed where it hurt
but if he want smoke then he know where i be
right with your b-tch with my d-ck in her cheeks
right with your b-tch with my d-ck in her face
she give me face while she l!ckin’ my face
my haters watchin’, they lookin’ at me
envyin’ me but they mimicin’ me
lil’ buddy, you know you not higher than me
i’m sippin’ on purple and smokin’ on green

[chorus]
ayy
smokin’ biscotti and sippin’ on lean
countin’ up hundreds, my money ain’t green
addicted to fashion, i shop like a fiend
i ride for my brothers, ain’t no in-between
he disrespect so that n-gga got pressed
i got some bows and they came from the west
i got some pointers and i got baguettes
don’t care ’bout no b-tch, ain’t got no sh-t for my ex

- blacc zacc

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