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letra de sins - zara bash

(yeah)
(aye) (aye) (aye)
(yeah)

[verse 1]
everybody rappers now, (-gun sounds-)
and then they really ask me why i’m spazzing out, (aye)
and everybody hating and i’m asking how?
without n-ggas like me all this sh-t would scowl, (h-ll yeah)
i swear the come up moving slo mo, (slo mo)
but you n-ggas act like h0m-s, (yall h0m-s)
when i drop they be like ohh no, (ohh no)
then try to switch up like they romo, no no, (-gun sounds-)
that don’t fly round here, (what you doing?)
people telling me this be my year, (my year)
been thru h-lla sh-t its not much i fear
i peep everything man that sh-ts so clear, my dear, (i see it)
i’ve been around so many fakes
i glance one look no double take
i’m wasting time i can’t be late
they telling lies right to my face
i swear that that’s the sh-t i hate but i’m
feeling like a motherf-cking super villain, (uhh)
dropping bodies boy i’m getting use too k!lling, (uhh)
cup is spilling over man i hate to tip it, (uhh)
rapping to myself till n-ggas wanna listen, (uhh what)
ain’t got no time to be hoping
when i’m still just barely coping
staying focus gotta keep growing
i ain’t stepping out till they know me bruh, (-gun sounds-)
i’m alone
in another zone
f-ck my telephone
i’m at home
cup is styrofoam, (lets go)
i don’t like patron
like my song
say she like my song
ima make her moan
you a clone
i do not condone
you can’t make your own
no potential? i got plenty in me
she say why i do not have an entry
see these n-ggas and i feel the envy
man f-ck this rap i do not make a penny, ( woah woah woah)
ten toes, you get fold with no question
been bold, i been told you don’t ask them
dim lows with 10 hoes, i won’t p-ss them
benjo my ken folk, we wrote cl-ssics
i’m tired of n-ggas talking on the low like
going off the sh-t they think they know like
why that n-gga only did one show? like
d-mnit zara got a lotta hoes nah

[chorus]
i hop in the benz
then swerve with the tints
black out at the end

let go of your friends
i black out again
take over your sins

my memories dim
i’m tripping again
i float in the wind

i float in the wind
then black out again
take over your sins

[verse 2]
just came on a young b-tch with a boyfriend, (aye)
on her face, i don’t f-ck with abortions, (aye)
my power ranges like a n-gga mighty morphin, (aye)
c-ck aim, caught flame like i’m torching
n-gga you an orphan
gotta stack my cheese up, 3s up
people acting like they don’t believe us, please cuz
i’m so lazy with it got my feet up, jesus
rip your mp3 to little pieces, b-tch
head hurting swerving on the road, (yeah)
grown n-ggas acting like some hoes
hunnit with it i don’t break the code
f-cked up driving h-lla slow
i only ride around in the night time
looking for a bad b-tch, that i might find, (might find)
long hair, good skin, when the light shine, (light shine)
in my whip like d-mn its the right time

[chorus]
i hop in the benz
then swerve with the tints
black out at the end

let go of your friends
i black out again
take over your sins

my memories dim
i’m tripping again
i float in the wind

i float in the wind
then black out again
take over your sins

[verse 3]
i ain’t with it
gotta pull the semi, (ohh)
you say that ain’t in me
n-gga i got plenty, (aye)
bust the sh-t until the f-cking clip is empty
till its getting darker and you feel the ending, (ahh)
i’m feeling that energy
these n-ggas b-tches i don’t let it get to me, (yeah)
why people acting like so elementary?
thats why they wig getting split like its symmetry
feeling me?
why you so nervous you fidgety?
you ain’t a rapper b-tch stop with the mimicry
your career shorter than half of a centipede
industry lame as f-ck, meant that sh-t literally
literally i am the sh-t
i am the reason you b-tches is hip
i am the n-gga thats digging a whole just so all you rap n-ggas can jump in a pit, b-tch

- zara bash

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