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letra de fuck hip hop / i will never trust these niggas - cyta zoan

[intro]
yeah
2021, motherf-cker, hahaha
yeah, yeah
cyta for president, n-gga
y’all already know
yeah

[part 1 – f-ck hip hop]
cyta zoan send shots to the dome
ringin at your door, better pick up the phone
livin like a drone, i’m a god d-mn monster
shootin at the man and smokin like a rasta
i’m in the kitchen posted up with the clip
of this iceberg, she ain’t even see the tip
with her lip, she too busy yappin ’bout sh-t
but i’m ’boutta send bullets to the sixth
n-ggas plead fifth, b-tch, i plea eight
find any mothaf-cker, i’ma leave a imprint on they face
speakin of the clips, i already got a taste
and i’m ’boutta do the chase, no juice for the taste
jews for the case, now i’m feeling like drake
black man with white money to pay rent
and i’m stabbin at the paper, leavin blood on the drapes
came to save the whole sh-t, please pick up the pace
d-mn, i really missed out on my senior year
i’m finna scream ‘f-ck the world’ while i shotgun beer
i’m finna f-ck my liver harder than a box of rocks
you p-ssies soft like a opp
the game was a cop, it came to arrest my development
shout-out to all of the bad b-tches with h-lla melanin
where the f-ck you ever been? i been on the road
either that or i been all up my room tryna crack the d-mn code
lookin at the tv screen
’til the line goes up, we just waitin for the jump on the green
really finna hop on the scene
i could call n-ggas that would knock you off clean
b-tches catch me off key, but never off the set hoe
say she got a body, she ain’t into havin s-x though, wack
charlie sheen, aim with the mac had me cracked
messages from hoes i ain’t ever text back
i be blockin b-tches for the h-ll of it
workin at the bakery, you can catch the smell of it
d-mn, and f-ck kodak black
he a clone, you can all have your robot back
he’s all pr-ne, to any motherf-cker with the evidence
know your life in trouble, that’s irrelevant
all these b-tch ass n-ggas try to knock me out my shift
get yo head split like a spliff
who the f-ck you know that can flow like the real cyta zo’?
sakes at your toes you ain’t ever hid a body, it’s a go
catch me out in camden with the cactus, i don’t give a f-ck
never one for practice, i just full force give it up
b-tch, i got the swagger of aladdin
know that when joe biden dies, i’ll be laughin
f-ck donald trump, if that n-gga set foot in my state once more, i won’t even let it happen
[interlude]
yeah, yeah, yeah
f-ck joe biden, yeah, f-ck hillary clinton
f-ck donald trump, n-gga, f-ck obama

[part 2 – i will never trust these n-ggas]
i will never trust these n-ggas
strap in my lap like f-ck these n-ggas
gun to my dome, i’m a puppet to the system
gun for the fun, had two shots and missed ’em
yeah, now we all dance slow
all of our elections are the best puppet shows
show up to the funeral ’cause we don’t even know
show up to the birth ’cause we got big dreams
god bless america, breakin at the seems
martin had one but it wasn’t enough to save us
2021, i don’t know who to trust
watchin my back, i’m on the bust
i don’t feel the same when i’m talkin to the n-ggas that i run wit
f-ck that, and f-ck hip-hop
i’ma watch it all burn and the bodies all drop
but i can’t stop, n-gga

- cyta zoan

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