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letra de chase down - zaytoven & fo15

[verse 1: lil bean]
and they say they want the old me
closest thing to mike, b-tch, i’m kobe
n-ggas with this telling, don’t condone it
pressure, then i’m on it
i just copped some ice, yeah, it’s frozen
empty out them glocks then reload ’em
this sh-t made me a believer
i’m just trying to live, this sh-t evil
i’m just trying to do this for my people
they say this that ether
n-gga think he hot, we could freeze him
b-tch, it’s nike dunks and the razors

[bridge: zaybang]
we don’t tolerate no ho sh-t
and if them people ask them questions, we don’t know sh-t
n-gga, chase downs, head shots, n-gga, walk ups (baow, baow)
i heard them n-ggas getting (baow, boaw, baow)
n-gga (baow, baow)

[chorus: zaybang]
n-gga, high speeds, we don’t stop, f-ck the one time (f-ck the one time)
on billboards with the mafia like shoreline (n-gga)
boss hoes, shake something if the rent paid (b-tch)
ask n-ggas, i’ve been turnt since the sixth grade (n-gga)
chase downs, head shots, n-gga, walk ups (ha-ha)
i heard them n-ggas speaking down, n-gga, talk up
the ho sh-t (ha), we don’t tolerate no ho sh-t (we don’t tolerate it)
and if them people ask them questions, we don’t know sh-t (we don’t know nothing, n-gga)
[verse 2: lil yee]
ask ’em, i can get you gone, i ain’t capping
rapping, wipe a n-gga nose with a napkin
bad b-tch, christian dior for my fashion
already know how i do it, n-gga
ayy, make her p-ssy talk, send my n-ggas pics up in jail
make the p-ssy talk and i might buy you some chanel or celine
have you riding ’round in the beam, i’m the g.o.a.t.
you can ask my lil’ bruh bean

[verse 3: zaybang]
shake something, where them hoes that be bossed up?
and tell ’em if it ain’t no money, you ain’t lost nothing
high speed, we don’t stop, this the fast jawn
i got this b-tch shaking ass ’cause my bag long
b-tch-made, we ain’t fighting, we don’t give fades
it’s street smart and i’ve been turnt since the sixth grade
b-tch, please, give me head, b-tch, strip tease
these some chanels on my feet, n-gga, big c’s
[verse 4: kxng llama]
uh, we tied in, so we stuck, n-gga
ain’t no capping in my rap, i bust n-ggas
n-gga thinking he the sh-t, we’ll flush n-ggas
that revolver up close, it’s a must, n-gga
ayy, who the f-ck is you? i think we know, blood
my shooter coked out, point him out, he’ll go, blood
yeah, when my slime sneeze, he gon’ catch something
i told him wipe you down, guarantee he gon’ whack something

- zaytoven fo15

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