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letra de daredevil - zazzy

[hook: zazzy]
you ain’t gon like this, you ain’t gon deny this
i’ve been rapping since i was nine, prolly timeless
holla when it’s lunch time, a n-gg- gon crash this
chilling with ’em bad b-tches, you can call me cartlyst. (x2)

[verse: 1]
ah yea… bars flying outta pen. count lines outta ten
you ain’t talking sh-t though, ball in to your city i be looking like a big bro
f-cking with your six pros, this ain’t no diss though, cause i be weaving some sh-ts on an 80 beat. for freaks

[verse 2: seekay]
i was born in 90s, she don’t believe in me
she said am bad in “bed” things, ain’t n-body over me
then i did it like this she can’t believe it’s really me
i was on her body she made a pillow for me
got me burst upped and locked up
sh-t sounds like gun shot, so smooth and so soft
made me feel like cosmos, way she did it like this, you know i liked it
i can’t deny it, then i took hard pills
s-k and zazzy balling on the same sh-t
you know we run this, k!lling all their feelings

[verse 3: zazzy]
f-ck that, this sh-t am rapping with shots
ball in to the city, with some real n-bs
cracking veins, causing pains
look at us we ain’t the same
sagging tight, shining bright
n-gg-, am outta limelight
[bridge] bring it back huh! limelight sh-t…n-gg-

[verse 4: seekay]
i bring this k!ller flow ‘trap n-gg-
growing so bigger, bigger and better
i don’t care who’s watching, hey you mo’f–cker
stay off my business or i pull the f–king trigger
here… we shut down, all the time
money on my mind, balling all time
ain’t n-body badder than, i’m number one
got these b-tches come through, at the same time

[verse 5: zazzy] yea… rapping outta place kid dare the devil you’d be going down to the pit
beat this peter pan outta my sh-t
told ’em bad snitches, i be k!lling some nigs
driving out this range jeep with a f–king hard drift
you ain’t talking when i’m talking, y’all rappers bl–dy funny
talking ’bout bunny when i’m prolly making huge money
y’all bars cracking ribs like the ladman show
cause i be f-cking with this beat ain’t talking ’bout hoes

(i be jacking off bars looking like i’m basgat)

[verse 6: seekay]
wtf you taking, trap beat is banging
bottles are popping, kushes are balling
b-tches are calling, i’m the boss hunid
sipping in the morning, brush once h-rny. bring back to snorting, tommy tommy tommy
i’m the boy on the lane, money or the fame
call me by my name, things are not the same
girl i make it rain, in a brighter day, girl i make a way for a holiday

- zazzy

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