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letra de suit rap - zhi pan

okay i’m stunting in a honda
don’t do marijuana
chopsticks and a mic and watch me m-ssacre, rwanda
gotta a gunner and a chopper, in starcraft
trying be a thug but my dealer never calls back (oh well)
rocking sold out shows but my bathroom just echos
surround by b-tches cause i’m working at petco
diamonds on my neck but it don’t gain respect
cause i’m also rocking crocs and a f-nny-pack

i’m a gangsta, or at least i try to be
they add fa before they call me g
i’m a rapper, but don’t get the culture
the only ho i had was in horticulture

so i’mma switch up my lyrics, change up my image
material pleasures that where i’m gonna spend it
rocking gold chains, smoking cocaine
try my best to be a douche on my own man

so check it check it, watch my sell out and go apesh-t
treat my women like object, and objects like its sacred

my d-ck black, i’m serious, cape on can’t see me
rappers all run cause my flow makes them weaselly
no wait to geeky, let me change it up a bit
and also uhmm f-ck the government, yea
shorty got an -ss like a sine graph
cl-ss you can’t find that
she’s digging up my heart with her eyes like its minecraft
no wait to nerdy
time to be more fake…

f-ck the 19th amendment, its money i be spending
f-cking bad b-tches while i’m doing life sentence
thugs to the left of me, models to the right
they stuck up, i need a bad b-tch to suck my d-ck and shut the f-ck up

money money money, f-ck friends and family
me and my label all the rest are just enemies
f-ck the elderly, f-ck the poor folks
fifty on my whip, got blood diamond on my gold spokes
buy my album, but f-ck you if you pirate it
i need the cash flow so i can spend it on some silly sh-t
ain’t about the p-ssion, just need attention
feed my addiction, money’s the prescription

i defy physics, what’s the limit cause the sky isn’t
i’m on the moon check the sequence, check my feet prints
every line i be peaking, on my grind so i ain’t sleeping
all these rappers in the kiddy pool while i be at the deep end
it’s the weekend, so party up, live first and worry after
i’m pouring it up like danimal lector, so f-ck what you say like a p-rno director
i don’t care, it’s my throne, k!lling bars, iphone
turn the lights on, grab a nikon, while these b-tches get their white on
k!lling these rhymes, i’m chilling with dimes
f-cking your b-tch, i’m ill and refine
yea still on my grind, every hill that i climb
your girl on her knees yea my d-ck is a shrine
getting head to past the time, getting bread so p-ss the wine
i’m getting mine, so darwin tell these weaker rappers get behind

- zhi pan

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