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letra de normal rapper - q da fool

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[intro]
zaytoven
uh, uh, d-mn, d-mn, d-mn, d-mn
real shooter sh-t, n-gg-, you know what the f-ck it is
real shooter, hunned round goon
what’s up zaytoven
hurt on the spoon
uh, i’m dope
what’s up zay

[chorus]
it could be busted out the wrapper, i’m not no normal rapper
i’m an err’ day trapper, owe me money, i kidnap ya
i don’t do no steppin’, but h-ll yeah, i’m a capper
and yes, i keep my weapon ‘case i gotta f-ckin’ wack ’em
bricks for the low still tax ’em, white water, sand tan don’t really matter
fork in the c-ke batter, don’t grab it, [?] in water [?] its a habit
me [?] smoke cabbage, just pulled up on two bunny rabbits
you funny folks [?] these b-tches that we savage
she f-ckin’ [?] shootin’ at a lil b-tch brain

[verse]
i’m pressin’ to start this b-tch, i don’t need no keys
i shoot like [?], my specialty threes
you just sell qp’s, and i just got a car from qc
and i got a plug, want the weed for thirteen
shot my first gun, i was only thirteen
two sons on the way, i’ma raise two kings
hunned brick play, i’ma make the bell sing
and i move like the mob, badda boom, badda bing
and the only time i move when they talkin’ ’bout the cream
young n-gg-, got rich off the poppy seed
these n-gg-s know they don’t want no d-mn smoke with me
hunned round goon, b-tch this sh-t ain’t no joke with me
two spanish b-tches, they on me they [?] me
they cousins out cali, them lil n-gg-s grow for me
one patek, one rollie, n-gg- run it up, now they know me
red diamonds like they got dinner, ravioli
got pounds got pieces, thunder on [?]
i ball real hard, not shaq, not kobe
i ball like q da fool, b-tch, you know its [?] on me
[?] workin’ [?] real, you look phony
these n-gg-s rappin’ like the goon, they tryna clone me

[chorus]
it could be busted out the wrapper, i’m not no normal rapper
i’m an err’ day trapper, owe me money i kidnap ya
i don’t do no steppin’, but h-ll yeah, i’m a capper
and yes, i keep my weapon ‘case i gotta f-ckin’ wack ’em
bricks for the low still tax ’em, white water, sand tan don’t really matter
fork in the c-ke batter, don’t grab it, [?] in water [?] its a habit
me [?] smoke cabbage, just pulled up on two bunny rabbits
you funny folks [?] these b-tches that we savage
she f-ckin’ [?] shootin’ at a lil b-tch brain

[outro]
it could be busted out the wrapper, i’m not no normal rapper
i’m an err’ day trapper, owe me money i kidnap ya

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