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letra de voodoo zot - gbe strap

[intro]
d-mn, d-mn, if i were you
[?]
no cap or rap cap, straight facts

[verse]
zot so strong, this b-tch might capture me
sh-t so tasty, you would think it was rapper weed
harsh ass blunt, i don’t roll up no grabba leaf
ran with that sack, you would think i was a athlete
roll up this zot, while i float on this rapper beat
go out of town, the police run after me
real deal [?], i’m in another league
get out of there, b-tch, no, you can’t cuddle me
i’m on some rap sh-t, gave my partner the trap
still a street n-gga, keep the bl!ck on my lap
twelve on the block, needa find a new route
got some wood, n-gga, h-ll yeah, roll up
drop a deuce in the soda, pop, time to kick up
keep the spot rollin’, ain’t no time for no hiccup
got some in the hole, but don’t think i got enough
beat her back in, [?]
tell her i love her, just to f-ck her off the dribble
that wasn’t no lie, baby girl, it was a riddle
i’m a real plug, ain’t no man in the middle
money gettin’ n-gga, i ain’t nothin’ that you used to
connect the [?], like some motherf-ckin’ bluetooth
went up so fast, they thought i did voodoo
h-lla protected in the spot with shooters
can’t spend that money in the pocket, that’s the plug’s money
mixin’ my rap money up with the drug money
stackin’ the pink fifty’s, n-gga, and the blue hunnids
walk in yo trap and take over yo trap
arp, ain’t got no stock on the back
n-gga shoot at me, n-gga, know imma shoot back
pop at yo top, n-gga, imma hit where your roof at
[?] dump a n-gga on their head, suplex
love your life?, get off the street before you lose it
n-gga tryna duck the fade, scared, he tellin’
ridin’ round my glock, even though i’m a felon
lil n-gga but i got a big ass weapon
hollow tip hit his [?], f-cked up his chevy
pockets on swole, remind me of precious
open all night, trap seven-eleven
white boy, know i done f-cked ’round and blessed him
is you bipedal?, you better get next to me
real street n-gga, boy, this ain’t no sesame
stuck on the simmon, i don’t got nowhere else to be
b-tch i’m a dog, i be needin’ some pettin’ too
trap jump like a frog, i done went up off sellin’ green
i got my glock, h-ll nah, ain’t no slappin’ me
keep goin’ up, i steady be paddling
follow me with the camera, yeah, come capture me
think i live a double life, something like the pastor be
i got the zot you don’t even gotta hastle me
like the way i smile, she say i be flattering

- gbe strap

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