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letra de ​soccer - zaajji

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[chorus]
b-tch, you know i pull up, hit sh-t (hit sh-t)
turn around, we gon’ bl!ck ’em (bl!ck ’em)
turn that boy to chicken
she know i get chicken (she knows)
b-tch, this fit expensive (bee), b-tch, i get it (y- yeah)
yeah, i run up digits, your ho, she tryna f-ck, i’m wit’ it
yeah, b-tch, get it (get it)
ra- racks to the sun
i’m so geeked, i’m on the ceiling
i’m on penicillin (penicillin)
your ho wan’ f-ck for the feeling, ’cause i make a k!llin’, aye
b-tch, i really did it
kick his ass, turn him to chicken
n-ggas sound like b-tches
and these n-ggas b-tches trippin’
so i had to block her, aye, kick that ho like soccer, aye

[verse]
he don’t want no gun play, that ho wanna f-ck, said, “one day”, ayе
see me, it go both ways, aye, zaza hits, they rotatе, aye
f-ck boy, he a [?], f-ck boy, you got no fame
wit’ you b-tch, i’m sippin’ rose
each time really ball like kobe, aye
end yo’ sh-t like cobain, b-tch, i stay too fresh like colgate, aye
[?], cocaine
b-tch, i’m slammin’ sh-t, hulk hogan
b-tch, i rock all black like a knight
gun on me, bih’, don’t wan’ fight (bee)
i’m up, b-tch, shots they fight (i’m up)
these n-ggas could get knifed, b- b-tch, these n-ggas could get knifed
these n-ggas could get knifed, ho, you cannot be my wife
these hoes want my life, yeah, these lil’ hoes so trif’
y- yes, i got a type, aye, thick hoes what i like, aye
my money tall like tacko, n-gga can catch these sh-lls like taco
b-tch, [?] in my bottle, this b-tch demi my lovato
these n-ggas could get knifed, b- b-tch, these n-ggas could get knifed
these n-ggas could get knifed, ho, you cannot be my wife
jugg that n-gga then i’m gone, i get fly just like a drone
i’m gettin’ in my zone, b-tch, i’m gettin’ in my zone
[chorus]
b-tch, you know i pull up, hit sh-t (hit sh-t)
turn around, we gon’ bl!ck ’em (bl!ck ’em)
turn that boy to chicken
she know i get chicken (she knows)
b-tch, this fit expensive (bee), b-tch, i get it (y- yeah)
yeah, i run up digits, your ho, she tryna f-ck, i’m wit’ it
yeah, b-tch, get it (get it)
ra- racks to the sun
i’m so geeked, i’m on the ceiling
i’m on penicillin (penicillin)
your ho wan’ f-ck for the feeling, ’cause i make a k!llin’, aye
b-tch, i really did it
kick his ass, turn him to chicken
n-ggas sound like b-tches
and these n-ggas b-tches trippin’
so i had to block her, aye, kick that ho like soccer, aye

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