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letra de who do you love (remix) - zero

[verse 1: zero]

if we don’t feel like y’all do, that’s probably cause we winning
we stepping to the finish, you stepping to start beginning
we take em’ by the neck, and string em out like violinists
we f-cking vicious, you b-tches ain’t sh-t to the demolitions, ahh
you ain’t heard about the team though?
on point from the 3, screaming “f-ck a free-throw”
i could have your shorty on me practicing the tebow
run it like debo, or d-lo, yeah we know!
its l6, and its obh
don’t you speak up in our presence cause you know we hate
i got my philly brothers with me, if you p-ssing through the city
keep that “trinidad james” cause you “don’t be s.a.f.e”
(it’s that easy!)
to get your life wrapped up
we put em 6 feet deep, and dig em right back up
these muf-ckas start a war, i p-ss it off to razor
cause we body y’all for trynna bring that hype back up
motherf-cker

[verse 2: lik moss]

george bush to this sh-t, i bomb everything
ain’t doing nothing on the fly, time everything
time is money, you could be a minute late
watching everybody eat, stuck with an empty plate
you stumbling in the race
i keep a couple shots
since you wanna d-ck eat, i’m dumping it in your face
we could clip up, and ride n-gga its nothing
my n-ggas is coming, yall n-ggas is bluffing
me and raz, 3 fine chicks and we f-cking
2 bricks on the stove, 5 chickens we plucking
it’s not a game, its an obh thing yall
i put the gloves on, i ain’t trynna swing dog
i’m trynna rip him up, catch his man hit him up
have a man stingy tucked, f-ck n-gga what?!
you can fake it like you ready to die
i’ll make it happen you ain’t ready to try
obh!

[verse 3: razor]

team tight, we don’t f-ck around with loose lips
f-ck 2 chainz, we got 2 clips
know you feel it in your ears, like a q-tip
got a cute b-tch, whole team ruthless
i am so the greatest, paper over paper
razor over haters, got these b-tches coming later
got this money coming now, got my buzz off the ground
got my sh-t sky high, and these haters got a frown
f-ck y’all though!
i ain’t hard to find, i ain’t waldo
more money brings more bills, auto
ride so hard, you don’t ball like pargo
strap in the trunk and my hip i pull the car load
obh the cl!ck till i defrost
ain’t a n-gga breathing taking me off!
imma ride till im gone, and i promise imma k!ll every song
work!

- zero

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