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letra de mint condtion - zepkins

[verse 1: lucy loone]
big bad b-tch, you see [?]
new model s [?]
never seen someone do this before
keep it so cute but the ass [?], uh oh
can you believe i’m making all this money?
no they don’t
‘cause they wanna see you looking like a dummy, that’s for sure
come in on the black horse carrige
they ask my hand in marriage
but i am a hot dog
energy, [?], me and my b-tch do damage
me and zeppy on the scene
droppin’ hoes like guillotine
call a b-tch like [?], they green

[hook: lucy loone]
and you keep running but i know you want it
i do it better always [?] on the low
a hundrid milli, i can feel it coming
they got no bread and the saddest f-cking shows

[verse 2: zepkins]
straight out the box in mint condition
zeppy is the new edition
schoolin’ these hoes, 100k tuition
these n-ggas is p-ssy, no circumsision
all these b-tches do is fight me
buy me cars and book my flights
my come up got these p-ssies tight
heavy weight, ya’ll b-tches light
you could never be me, stop fakin’
been the z-print, all these b-tches heads aching
study my style, ya’ll trying to recreate
you could never emulate
z.e.p the f-cking great
i eat these hoes, come l!ck my plate
ya’ll had your time, now it’scut
me and looney in the game, time to step ya pens up
had to clear your lens up
pretty pink benz truck
surpassing all you b-tches now ya’ll left in the dust
ha, your dead, your dead
stackin’ money in my crib
and [?] busting on my wrist
b-tches will get slit
n-ggas smoking on that mid
n-ggas looking like some [?]
wanna l!ck me like a lollipop
titties busting out the seams, could never stop
b-tches mad ‘cause they ain’t the topic of convo, uh-huh
i’m beating pockets like some congos
smoking [?]
all ya’ll know whats up
i’m cooling in the cut though
yeah i’m f-cking cut-throat
i can’t help it
snap on b-tches, going gun-hoe
i’m propelling, ya ya
let them tell it
why these hoes wanna make me the villian?
bust threw the ceiling [?] chilling
[?] broke b-tch, go fold my linen
big bank got, lil b-tch you grilling
[hook: lucy loone]
and you keep running but i know you want it
i do it better always [?] on the low
a hundrid milli, i can feel it coming
they got no bread and the saddest f-cking shows
and you keep running but i know you want it
i do it better always [?] on the low
a hundrid milli, i can feel it coming
they got no bread and the saddest f-cking shows

- zepkins

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