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letra de accomplishments - zaytoven, lil yachty & lil keed

[intro: lil yachty]
zaytoven
zay-f-ckin’-toven

[verse 1: lil yachty]
f-ckin’ on this b-tch in the back of somebody house
if it ain’t zay, then it’s up like a brother spouse
i don’t want s-x from your girl, i would like mouth
my b-tch booty got dance like an old couch
finna’ show my -ss, let ’em know what a n-gga on
talkin’ out the neck, crookest way to see a n-gga gone
rollin’ ’round with six different names like i’m sherlock holmes
line gang, i don’t be in touch like a human bone
this b-tch wanna’ get f-cked, she wanna get flown
f-ck it, she gon’ get flewn, beat it ’til it turn blue
why i got one b-tch, now that i can have two?
glock on the hip, like once i got glue
got a little older, then i started hangin’ with the jewels
big brain shawty with a high enough iq
big 3 shots comin’ in on the iv
n-gga got c0ke on the blanket, it’s lv
can’t n-gga burger tell me nothin’, that’s on god
n-ggas at the park lookin’ at me like a young god
bro, now sn-tch a n-gga chain, call him rashad
one b-tch black, one asian, now it’s rush hour
thick white b-tch, same color, i said cauliflower
sh-t ’bout to get real lit, keep the dirt close
in the coupe 2 doors, bentley truck f-ck with those
fill a b-tch up with ’bout 4 hoes
she ain’t tryna’ f-ck, that’s a no-go
kick the b-tch out, that’s a waste-hoe

[chorus: lil keed]
hey, hey
all my shooters don’t play, yeah (don’t play)
i beat that p-ssy like a b-ss, yeah (ooh)
high top shootin’, no lace, yeah (no cap)
bad b-tch came from la, yeah (la)
whole lotta’ shots, no choice (bang)
i want b-tch to come on the place
yeah, we got choppa, chop, chop off your face
i get a bag and rock on the stage
chanel, yeah, for real, yeah (rockstar)
we drippin’ in that sh-t all day
don’t forget millions, that’s accomplishment

[verse 2: lil keed]
they f-ckin’ with choppa holes, no way
i ain’t f-ckin with your old new
i take shots at your momma estate
just ’cause we don’t care too
i’ma keep drivin’ that maybach sh-t
i was drivin’ without no hands, ooh
i hopped in the head case sh-t
i don’t lose
know your boys ain’t havin’ no clue
[?]
wanna kick that sh-t with lil uzi
i take care, make a move
i pop sh-t on your order
n-ggas, i ain’t playin’ with a looser
we havin’ bad b-tches with big booties (bad b-tch, let’s go)
i’m on some slimeball time
i’m with the same ones that pullin’ me down
i ain’t holdin’ up, i’m on the grind
playin with lil keed’s a whole lotta shot
i don’t know why she cryin’, i don’t give a f-ck
she know i’m a dog, she know i’m a loc (yes sir)

[chorus: lil keed]
hey, hey
all my shooters don’t play, yeah (don’t play)
i beat that p-ssy like a b-ss, yeah (ooh)
high top shootin’, no lace, yeah (no cap)
bad b-tch came from la, yeah (la)
whole lotta’ shots, no choice (bang)
i want b-tch to come on the place
yeah, we got choppa, chop, chop off your face
i get a bag and rock on the stage
chanel, yeah, for real (rockstar)
we drippin’ in that sh-t all day
don’t forget millions, that’s accomplishment

- zaytoven lil yachty lil keed

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