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letra de main topic - zaygod

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man these n-gg-s all fake
and these b-tches all weird
we all bleed red so who would i fear
big bank all figures
load up my n-gg-s
gun spit like twista
headshot don’t miss ya
lil homie better pray to the gods
this lifestyle different
better not get lost in the sauce you could end up missing
yell illuminati
3 angles on my body
3rd eye where my mind be
nothing gets by me
trillionaires pop up n-gg-s think highly
n-gg-s be blind sayin can you guide me
mixed emotions bout the squad boy stop it
f-cking trillionaire gods we the main topic

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we too deep like we playin d
but we man to man don’t let em breathe
the homie tyrese his pants always sag cause a n-gg- too strapped man his waist deep
zay a surgeon keep on talkin mess round ya tummy tucked
my n-gg-s be drilling you could get treated like a engine mess around get ya hood popped
on beat like a ekg
we on top how it’s pose to be
treat rap like ya ball ya knees weak
when the beat drop n-gg-s yelling 3
ya eyes white you ain’t seeing me
n-gg-s mad cause they can’t pop
glued to the crown it will not drop
b-tches hear the sound and they all hop
account lookin like we play the slots
at the top chilling we just callin shots
spittin crack keep the pot hot
then skip ya song like we tossing rocks
we don’t play ya sh-t you could blow a c-ck
got big money like a f-cking yacht
we gon keep dropping we will not stop
you gon ride our wave til the boat dock
one girl two girls know they shooting
botox tummy tuck shots in her booty
white girl blonde hair know she clueless
no guap no love just d-ck she chewing
but back to topic
zaygod on it
you be on d-ck
taking my sh-t
my songs you like it
my flow you bitin
how’d i know it
man i’m psychic
n-gg-s run to twitter get the feelings hurt
don’t vent to me cry to ya shirt
catch a stiff arm right in the dirt
sick when i spit gotta sip the purp
man i see thru you
transparent to my crew
clear as sky blue
3rd eye with a zoom
crack the henny open let’s celebrate yelling f-ck the world cause they all hate when you on top you don’t care just watch them grin while they all stare tryna figure out why we so hot but we trillionaires we protect the gates just sit back while we regulate while we shape the world guarding tanya’s grave
everyday a different vision so precise we never missing target one and target two you get hit for false spitting maybe you should be lebron cause ya sh-t forever flopping paying for ya plays boy maybe you should stop dropping

ima trillionaire oh god
the money callin hold on
these n-gg-s mad we go hard
bout to put him in a goyard
he in his feelings now
tryna steal the sound
but he ain’t me he gon flop
heard you got the ball
but you outta time
so you really had no shot

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- zaygod

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