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letra de far gone - zotiyac 1

n-gga i f-ck that hoe then i leave
i ain’t runnin no errands
n-gga when i got in that smoke i just handled that sh-t by myself i ain’t run to my parents
n-gga think we sponsored by jordan my n-ggas’ll jump man
come through this block we gon air em
n-gga i step in this b-tch if he talkin too crazy i make a phone call i ain’t karen

pull wit da mask like yeat
leave yo ass on skates
keep on slidin til the gas on e
got da glock like key
let it kick like lee
tryna skip a heartbeat
let it hit repeat
had to scratch her off my schedule the b-tch type weak
i do not do no dates this b-tch low down and dirty come suck me up like a hi-c, tryna f-ck me outside the hyvee

its chess it not checkers you step up we hop over when i come thru bring my glock over
talkin that tough sh-t get shot over
trippen bout a b-tch i dont want like hot soda
i give a bad b-tch the cold shoulder ain’t even got time to f-ck wit u im so focused
sorry lil baby i dont notice n-ggas talk sh-t on the net and i dont notice

swing them sticks make em go home
prepare a n-gga funeral tryna find a n-gga suit like im frozone
it go up like the ozone if i tell foe nem go slide on that boy they gon roll on em
duckin and dodgin that dynamite jumpin up outta that stick it say “boom” like a cartoon
f-ck around find yo face on a milk carton cut out his lights turn this b-tch to a dark room
yea , yea , yea

off the meds now im far gone

yea , yea , yea

i got this b-tch givin me head in a dark room

(hook repeats)

n-gga ain’t tryna get hit with this b-tch why the f-ck he keep starin?
got his dumb ass shot tryna walk down the wrong block n-gga ain’t know what the f-ck he was wearin
n-gga i got the rock like a marriage
nah n-gga i got the chop like a terrorist
point at yo top from the top of the terrace
and then tear his sh-t off leave a n-gga embarrassed b-tch –
big ass round like a ferris, and then chop sh-t up he ain’t die turnt that boy to a carrot
if im f-ckin that b-tch ima have to go slap on that rubber i cannot be careless n-gga
im smokin on gas got the neighbors keep callin the fire department take care of it
she told me she can’t be my b-tch i got too many b-tchez and she is not okay with sharin, so i cut the b-tch off
cut the b-tch off she was psychotic im probably better just me and my narcotics
that b-tch hit my line and be forgotten send me yo addy again cuz i forgot it
boy i get high like a pro pilot police dont like when im ridin they profilin
why these n-ggas hatin? thats my problem talk to the hoe not to me boy thats yo problem

(hook repeats)

- zotiyac 1

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