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letra de zip some - nfl rochi

(intro)
uhh, uhh, uhhh
yeah
i been trying to zip some
hit some
breezy screaming redrum

(chorus)
i been trying to zip some (zip some)
hit sum’ (hit some)
breezy screaming redrum (redrum)
that draco got a drum (got a drum)
you ain’t finna’ test nun’ (test nun)
my n-gga’s itching for a body
they want red blood (red blood)
hate by n-gga’s and b-tches
that never even met us (met us)
they want us k!lled cause we next up
b-tch we next up (we next up)

(verse)
running your mouth get you slumped (slumped)
f-ck all that come how you come
f-ck where you from (f-ck whеre you from)
fighting or totin’ them gun’s
we lit off thеm drug’s (drug’s)
speak on my name
i’ll have the hitta’s cut off your tongue (yo’ tongue)
don’t know what you thought was gun’ happen (happen)
n-gga i’m really ’bout this sh-t i ain’t just rapping (just rapping)
in the hood we puttin’ work in that plastic (in that plastic)
on another mission for that paper
get a whip and make some magic (some magic)
n-gga’s be tripping
stealing from them n-gga’s who feed you
i done had it (i done had it)
broke bread with people
who rather not break back but f-ck it i’m past it (f-ck it i’m past it)
but when you need it don’t think that i have it (have it)
f-ck these hoes they ain’t real
they’ll have you crashing (crashing)
i done risked my life for people
who envied me with a passion (with a passion)
if you want to go to war we can go to war
my chamber spring into action
but b-tch you better make something happen
(chorus)
i been trying to zip some (zip some)
hit some (hit some)
breezy screaming redrum (redrum)
that draco got a drum (got a drum)
you ain’t finna’ test nun’ (test nun)
my n-gga’s itching for a body
they want red blood (red blood)
hate by n-gga’s and b-tches
that never even met us (met us)
they want us k!lled cause we next up
b-tch we next up (we next up)

(verse)
murder one my n-gga’s got plenty gun’s (gun’s)
in the trap they shooting dice
smoking that doja (that doja)
plenty of money to be made
because there’s plenty of drug’s (drug’s)
got that semi one under a rug
and a glock tucked (glock tucked)
retaliation always been a must (been a must)
free stormi and my n-gga savage (yeah)
go free soulja boy
he just got five in that basket (five)
r.i.p my brother rocky
my n-gga jammed in that casket (in that casket)
suicide on my mind sh-t ain’t getting better
and i’m tired of asking (for real)
them fed’s be watching
but b-tch ain’t no stopping a n-gga (bow, bow, bow, bow)

- nfl rochi

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