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letra de strange - zilla

[intro : vaughn ]
solo cup team you bum -ss n-ggas
we ain’t playin’ with ya’ll
f-ck bottles
i got a red cup and a blunt
cuz thats what real n-ggas do

[verse 1 : zilla]
shark weeks coming yeah its overdue
don’t worry august is even getting closer too
download yes i am hoping you do
n-gga i am only f-cking with a chosen few
team solo cup…hmmmm…yeah thats it
kickin’ flows so hard on tracks that they backflip
don’t act sick ya d-ck cuz ya mad stiff
i’m filling in for you blanks call me mad-libs
yeah trey steals ya girls and then brings em’ to me
team solo cup aka rapin’ p-ssies
shutting you -ssh0l-s up yeah i’m taping tushies
i don’t care what you -ssh0l-s say cuz you g-y and musy

[interlude : vaughn]
thought we was jokin’
i ain’t chaning for none of you sucka -ss n-ggas
still rock double xl shirts in the summertime with timbs and sh-t
long -ss church socks
i ain’t changing for none of these bum -ss tight -ss jean n-ggas
i’m a real n-gga nah mean
lays with ranch dressing all on it
i don’t play no games
nah mean
shark week get ready n-gga
get that a-trak cd n-gga

[verse 2 : zilla]
bring it back to the beat they ain’t made for this
every single night i fantasize about taylor swift
taking rips of salvia, then i take a trip
staring at a big pool of lava and i take a dip
skinny dipping with midgets eating crickets
smackin’ b-tches with my cellphone yellin’ give me digits
yes i’m vicious
take a bite out of a b-tch, tell her she’s f-cking delicious
and i’m out b-tch……..

[interlude 2 : vaughn]
all these girls is f-cking with the solo cup team
f-ck chicken we eatin’ shrimp and sh-t
all that b-tter all that garlic
we ain’t got none of that fake -ss sh-t
i’m all about my cheddar n-gga red lobster biscuits

[verse 3: culayd]
all my n-ggas is demons and so psychotic
but it’s alright this sh-ts bionic
i do this sh-t for ya idiotics
i tell ya how i get it till’ that they think i’m gone
and everybody know team solo cup i put it on
what they wanna talk about ain’t nothin to a g like me
c-u-l-a-y-d, i get it gangsta man you ain’t a g
i tell you what it is, i show you what its like, they know i get it done
i do it everynight, ya’ll know i’m one
dropped that bout that three days ago and now i’m goin’ in some more
i’m just tryna get some dough, i’m tryna get a little cheese just to make it better
whatever, i’m counting cheddar
i do this sh-t like a real berretta
i’m always poppin’ off
these lame -ss n-ggas soft
and i ain’t tell em’ nothin, but you got weak sauce
and i’m a real boss
stack it up you can’t have it
i do this own thing, homie i’m a lyrical ratchet
always blastin’ sh-t
homie this ain’t no blanks
all f-ck is dime b-tches…no sk-nks

- zilla

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