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letra de mad - zaybang

[intro]
look, every time i show up in this b-tch, these n-ggas p-ssed, these n-ggas— (how i look)
we started at eight hundred

[verse 1]
look, every time i show up in this b-tch, these n-ggas p-ssed
look, ayy, and i can tell these n-ggas sick, look
they hear she got a check and make ’em wonder how my b-tch look
and we just dropped a seven, i like lookin’ how it mix, look
get p-ssy in that fast lane, the sh-t that help me think (n-gga)
my third cup today, sh-t, i can barely even see (n-gga)
all the suckеr sh-t around me make it h-lla hard to think
swеar to sh-t, you n-ggas flexin’, i be spendin’ that on weed
i’d probably have some ms if i wasn’t sippin’ drank (that’s on my mama)
he told you i’m his brother, but on mama, these n-ggas fakin’
he used to be my brother, now he talkin’ to them jakes (f-ck him)
and when you livin’ on that water, you don’t pull up to the lake (n-gga)
the last couple times i seen a sucker, i ain’t miss
the sh-t you n-ggas preachin’ on them songs get you blitzed (ayy, what? what?)
ain’t scared to take a loss ’cause now i’m linin’ up a l!ck (ugh)
i seen my brother take a loss, they had him linin’ up his b-tch

[chorus]
you better jump up in your bag now, these n-ggas sad
even though i’m gettin’ money, i ain’t nothin’ like my dad (ayy)
swear that n-gga left me hangin’, that sh-t had me kinda mad
i gotta keep my pole, n-ggas like they on my ass
better jump up in your bag now, these n-ggas sad
even though i’m gettin’ money, i ain’t nothin’ like my dad (ayy)
swear that n-gga left me hangin’, that sh-t had me kinda mad
i gotta keep my pole, n-ggas like they on my ass
[verse 2]
ayy, look, i’m ready to double back if n-ggas hidin’ from they block (n-gga)
they thought it was a drac’, b-tch, this hand thing a chop’ (n-gga)
they tryna say i ran from who, them n-ggas smokin’ rocks (n-gga)
and if we talk about some money, they know i’ma get a lot
swear that b-tch was in my hand, he tried to grab it off his hip
i went to sell some pounds, but i treat it like a trip (n-gga)
and if she ain’t got no chicken, she won’t even fill a tip (ayy, that’s on my mama)
you better jump about your feelings, lil’ n-gga, take a risk
i’m really zero-weight, b-tch, it’ll never be no peace (nah)
and you can drop me off ’cause i’ll walk up n-gga’s street (n-gga)
if you affiliated with suckers, i don’t jump on n-gga’s beat (uh-uh, that’s on my mama, n-gga)
they really come through with a broom and really try to do a sweep

- zaybang

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