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letra de john madden - zaybang

[intro]
ayy, run this b-tch like i’m madden
ayy, a bad bougie b-tch, but off the liquor she get ratchet

[chorus]
ayy (ayy), i’m quick to call a play ’round this b-tch, john madden
f-ck a conversation, i spilled drank on my lanvin’s
he ain’t got no skits, on my mama, he just rappin’
won’t never tuck my chain (ayy), if you see it, n-gga, grab it
full of metal jackets, but the glock i’m totin’ plastic
they asked me how i made him disappear, n-gga, magic
n-gga, and i don’t even like to post the juice, it’s a habit
a bad bougie b-tch, but off the liquor she get ratchet
they ain’t hear me when i came ’cause, sh-t, i pulled up in a tesla
love eatin’ five-star meals every day ’cause this sh-t regular
ain’t stoppin’ if they on us ’cause i promise this sh-t federal
and i ain’t got no time, b-tch, i gotta check my schedule
a million dollars later, b-tch, i promise i could pop it
and i don’t need n0body (ayy), if you test me, i send rockets
a n-gga tried to ask me (ayy) if i’m trippin’, n-gga, stop it
’cause we the reason n-ggas cryin’, lowerin’ them coffins

[verse]
they taped off the scene, all you see is sh-lls and caution
and they asked me how i feel about the streets, i’m exhausted
and i don’t talk to peasants, i do business with the bosses
i heard this n-gga diss me on the song, this n-gga lost it
and i’m double-parked, we finna grab this fool, we on missions
and you hoes say my name for some clout (ayy), you b-tches fishin’
and i heard you went and made a diss, bet they won’t listen
and you b-tches love to pay me, i’m a player, this ain’t pimpin’
scr-pin’ through the east in a box on some roochies
don’t like what i done said (ayy), when you see me, n-ggas shoot me
and he said what’s up, when he see me, n-ggas goofy
the feds in my house (ayy) ’cause these n-ggas talkin’ loosely
[chorus]
ayy (ayy), i’m quick to call a play ’round this b-tch, john madden
f-ck a conversation, i spilled drank on my lanvin’s
he ain’t got no skits, on my mama, he just rappin’
won’t never tuck my chain (ayy), if you see it, n-gga, grab it
full of metal jackets, but the glock i’m totin’ plastic
they asked me how i made him disappear, n-gga, magic
n-gga, and i don’t even like to post the juice, it’s a habit
a bad bougie b-tch, but off the liquor she get ratchet
they ain’t hear me when i came ’cause, sh-t, i pulled up in a tesla
love eatin’ five-star meals every day ’cause this sh-t regular
ain’t stoppin’ if they on us ’cause i promise this sh-t federal
and i ain’t got no time, b-tch, i gotta check my schedule
a million dollars later, b-tch, i promise i could pop it
and i don’t need n0body (ayy), if you test me, i send rockets
a n-gga tried to ask me (ayy) if i’m trippin’, n-gga, stop it
’cause we the reason n-ggas cryin’, lowerin’ them coffins

- zaybang

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