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letra de show 32 - zaybang

[intro]
(that n-gga, mir made the beat, here we go again)
ayy

[verse]
and this a big body benz
i’m better off alone, i ain’t coming with no friends
a brand new glock, yeah, this a fifth-gen
i done did so many skits, my new name big spin
i ain’t never chased the b-tch, all these n-ggas chasin’ clout
and this ain’t casamigos when your b-tch opened her mouth
it’s money on the floor, i just found another route
they say i’m underrated ’til i buy another house
a island in the kitchen, finna pay the master chef
and i’ma chase some chicken ’til i take my last breath
i’m better off alone, but i’m still from the set
they tryna say they love me, but i’m steel to the neck
i’m finna shoot a vid, i just gotta grab some juice
they tappin’ all the phones, hopin’ they could find a clue
they see me all on tour, b-tch, this show thirty-two
them sold-out dates, me and brother got the juice
now every time i stop, i’ma have to take a picture
quagen or the tris, i don’t really drink liquor
auntie count me out, she said i had a bad temper
now we sellin’ out shows from december to december
n-gga, i’m gettin’ lost in this cup
i fell out with some members, i been feelin’ like it’s up
n0body see the grind, they be feelin’ like it’s luck
if i can’t trust a friend, who the f-ck i’m ‘posed to trust?
huh, n-gga, it’s me and baby back-bo-back
them people watchin’, n-gga tryna catch me with the strap
my cousin h-lla young, but he tryna catch a hat
it ain’t no tuck spot, he got that b-tch on his lap
look, the penthouse got the loft
i’m out the way with my rich partner playin’ golf
some old-school drip, this a shirt by lacoste
this n-gga mad at me ’cause he thirty and he lost
it’s 2024, if you broke, that’s a choice
brother, i’m the face of this sh-t and you the voice
i just wanna drop a whole six in a royce
we made it out the trenches, we ain’t really have a choice
it ain’t no goin’ back when your house behind the gate
these n-ggas just now gettin’ hip, they too late
the chopper got a grip, when i squeeze it, it’ll shake
i dropped two eps, now they finna get the tape
just rolled another ‘wood, i’ma smoke it to the face
they left a n-gga dead and they barely left a trace
it hurt to see me win like i’m sprayin’ h-lla mace
every time i go to sleep, i dream of yellow tape
and i don’t got no feelings, i just poured ’em in the sprite
i’m swervin’ through the city, i ain’t stoppin’ at no lights
this n-gga speakin’ on me, better pray he got his pipe
they got a n-gga gone, that sh-t got me feelin’ right

- zaybang

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