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letra de xanny - king zay

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woke up pop a xan and get my day started
gas me up light up my blunt smell like that thing farted
for that bag might do the dash i’m all up in that rari
speed racing cheese chasing when the day started
can’t go back to wearing knock offs when the chains tainted
now i’m beating up the track oh sh-t i think that jay fainted

n-ggas try to run up on me i shot em like i’m rambo
hop in that coupe skirt off with that lambo
its king zay w the bros i never change on em
we rocked them n-ggas and we boutta race off
i don’t act fake, not wearing masks this isn’t face off
and b-tch don’t ask me what i’m on, i’m on them f-cking pills
n-gga you don’t shop hear often you can’t get no deal
all these diamonds on my body b-tch this sh-t for real
i stopped showing love cuz that sh-t will get you k!lled
in and out of traffic like im in a wraith
i ain’t tay k but i might just do the f-cking race
i got money on my mind no matter the time
got this n-gga sweating bullets like he lemon lime
nothing but the truth no n-gga i cannot lie

woke up pop a xan and get my day started
gas me up light up my blunt smell like that thing farted
for that bag might do the dash i’m all up in that rari
speed racing cheese chasing when the day started
can’t go back to wearing knock offs when the chains tainted
now i’m beating up the track oh sh-t i think that jay fainted

god d-mn they bouta beat me like i’m rodney king
ill sit down eat that sh-t while saying chill beam
i get paid every week got bands
how zay do it like i got 8 hands
and i gotta get up early as f-ck
gotta stay commited or else you won’t come up
i got my mind all on the bucks
movin money like armored trucks
if you want it like that then you gotta get up
im workin like a slave to rock my ice
done push me no temper not nice
yeah i dont wanna see the judge
if im going for life you know im dumpin slugs
and all you n-ggas slacking
none of yall bout that action
let the 40 drag all you cheapskape n-ggas
finna toe tag all my motheruckin hater
balling is my greatness
huste, shine, and wait a bit
all my n-ggas patient
we gon get this bacon
im not young
but your girl call me baby
yeah
your b-tch call me baby
im not young
im like 17 years old
i ain’t live like that but im livin fast
yeah
even once sprung by my crew, then she dippin
i dont really gamble but im gonna throw the chips in
im eatin chip dip b-tch
yuh
really hope you shoot quick
cuz all my n-ggas ruthless
like we eazy e
yuh

woke up pop a xan and get my day started
gas me up light up my blunt smell like that thing farted
for that bag might do the dash i’m all up in that rari
speed racing cheese chasing when the day started
can’t go back to wearing knock offs when the chains tainted
now i’m beating up the track oh sh-t i think that jay fainted

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