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letra de essential worker - zelooperz

[verse 1: zelooperz]
b-tch came in with afro, thats a [?]
b-tch i got a job for you, want to be my apprentice?
i do a different [?] i tell you to get in it
first time that i picked the b-tch i was so winded
jesus talking to me upstairs like, are you sure?
these b-tches got a lot from me they all my wh0res
came through off the policies i been here before
baby thin like a tripwire, i’m boutta watch it blow
put my finger tip in the air, you know i’m locked and loaded
can you perform for me? keep throwin that ass up
bounce, accounting, baby girl boutta add it up
only gave her forty dollars she don’t seem mad as f-ck
then she got to the crib now she beggin me to f-ck
tell me where your sketchers is, cause you lit as f-ck
buy a b-tch anything just to put a smile on her face
ain’t trickin [?] cause i’m still in the race
whats your prerogative don’t make me grab the drac
n-ggas been p-ssy since they born they see it in they face
i can’t talk to a p-ssy snitch n-gga affidavits
i don’t be too disappointed cause thats what yo mama made ya
make the p-ssy stand up, cut a n-gga like a seration

[verse 2: matrax]
been knew n-ggas fake (aha)
twin gone grab the drac (aha)
rollin up that pressure (aha)
now its time to bake (aha)
[?] from my plug (aha)
on his private lake (aha)
boss during covid, essential workers (aha)
i’m a business merchant (aha)
pack on preorder (aha)
half [?] (aha)
bentley came from burners (aha)
[verse 3: e$]
me and my dogs [?]
i love my gang f-ck your members
ridin round ar with a switch on it you up the pistol
you bout the fame, you can keep the mentions
i had a penthouse in the bay and we ship them b-tches
i can’t relate to my old friends because i’m thinkin different
if i buy it one time i could buy it twenty times no kidding (no cap)
and i know they gettin sick because my bag gettin bigger
d-mn i could retire off how much i made and live off interest
if my opp leakin on the floor you know it was my hitman
i don’t gotta pay a f-ckin dolla for you to [?]
i really love my family, don’t f-ck with mine
my heart is pure, d-mn shorty tellin’ lies
fn’s and xd’s dawg i love the fire
my brother home he made thirty thousand off a thousand [?]
i gotta keep sh-t secret,i don’t know none of ya’ll
[?] mixed friendships cause i got blood involved
and i know my b-tch mad cause she not involved
and i ain’t boutta post no pictures till my brothers home

- zelooperz

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