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letra de maybach - king zilla

[intro]
(wheezy outta here)
(ha-ha, zilla in this b-tch, yeah)
(boom! boom! boom!)
ayy, turn that sh-t up!
yuh— (grrah!)
(frrt!) mm, mm…

[verse 1]
four in the morning, still rollin’ off them percs (perky!)
maybach tinted, with the draco in her purse (skrrt!)
she like, “zilla, why you movin’ like you cursed?” (b-tch, i’m cursed)
b-tch, i seen a hundred murders before church (facts!)
n-ggas fake, switch sides when the smoke came (grrah!)
i done turned my pain into a whole name (woo!)
.223s made him do a soul train (boom, boom!)
cutthroat shorty, i ain’t got no shame (nah!)
on the north, countin’ blood money in the kitchen
i just did a drill, now i’m twitchin’ while she b-tchin’ (shut the f-ck up!)
i don’t f-ck with opps, so don’t ask for no forgiveness (nevеr!)
say he want war? then his face go missin’ (boom!)

[chorus]
i ain’t showin’ lovе, this the jungle, you get whacked here (boom, boom!)
she ride d-ck like a demon in the back there (skrrt!)
i keep bl!cks like the army, i don’t lack here (nah!)
stroke her out, pull her hair, then i disappear (b-tch!)
[post-chorus]
on the east, got a switch and a ghost mask (grrah, grrah!)
shot his homie, now he cryin’, he can hold that (hold that!)
shorty ate me, then she asked, “where the dope at?” (ha!)
i ain’t pullin’ out for nothin’, better know that (on god!)

[verse 2]
chrome hearts, dirty glock, and a scale (grrah!)
she in love with a k!ller from the 12 (from the block!)
we hit houses like it’s call of duty stealth (boom!)
i got money, but i’m still f-cked up myself (facts)
i seen zay get k!lled, blood on his vans (d-mn!)
so i keep a fn tucked in my pants (pop out!)
srt ridin’, slide with no hands (skrrt!)
she gon’ suck me in the whip before i spin again (she nasty!)
draco hit his spine, now he limpin’ like his dad (b-tch!)
brought my lil’ bro in, now he grinnin’ with the mag (let’s go!)
never trust a b-tch, seen ’em set up for a bag (f-ck no!)
got ptsd from the bodies in the grass (grrah! grrah!)

[chorus]
i ain’t showin’ love, this the jungle, you get whacked here (boom!)
she ride d-ck like a demon in the back there (yuh!)
i keep bl!cks like the army, i don’t lack here (never!)
stroke her out, pull her hair, then i disappear (gone!)
[post-chorus]
on the east, got a switch and a ghost mask (skrrt!)
shot his homie, now he cryin’, he can hold that (p-ssy!)
shorty ate me, then she asked, “where the dope at?” (what?)
i ain’t pullin’ out for nothin’, better know that (b-tch!)

(outro ad-libs)
(maybach ride with a body in it)
(zilla ain’t never fold, no witness)
(slide again, spin twice, make ‘em feel it)
(grrah, grrah, grrah!)
(over.)

- king zilla

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