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letra de ether - zotiyac

[hook 1]
spinnin’ yo block in dat creeper
walk down holdin’ that stick like a reaper
we in da jeep
lookin’ for tweakers
ain’t tryna sell no more features
look at my hip where i’m reachin’
that’s a glock 26
that ain’t no beeper
how bout my n-gg-s come eat ya
n-gg- want beef
think he nas, he get ether

[verse 1]
i get that work, yeah i’m pushin’ that grade a
don’t f-ck wit 12, i pull up wit a ak
chopsticks, beat up the body like reggae
phone chirp, i get the work off like vacay
b-tch i got shooters
shootin’ like boston
bought a new glock it look awesome
blow out the opps, keep walkin’
i get the work so the cops keep stalking
money keep callin’
but i ran up the work ’cause i re-up too often
big m-16 in the closet
you can catch 3 16s like austin
you got the pack, imma take that like diddy
who got the gas, take it all, leave you sh-tty
i got a flight takin’ off to your city
touchdown with inside of packs, and get busy
get hit in yo knees and yo legs if you runnin’ off
got h-lla body parts fallin’ off
i need the check, i ain’t callin’ off
big drum, hot sh-t, make that boy somersault
smokin’ on inside of runtz got me dizzy
and we ain’t doin’ no fronts so don’t hit me
choppa got kick like a punt do you get me
choppa got kick that b-tch come wit a fifty

[hook 2]
totin’ that wop, totin’ that uzi
you hold the strap, you look goofy
i got a mac with the cooler
20 in that, turn yo block to jacuzzi
turn that boy into a smoothie
f-ckin’ wit me, turn yo life to a movie
i sippin on red and you sippin’ or riddlin’
stick hit yo head, that b-tch riddlin’

[verse 2]
it ain’t no tell what i do for them benjamins
.40 suplex you just like shelton benjamin
then go to court and plead innocent
n-gg-s be b-tches
n-gg-s just deepthroat
i put a thirty-round under the evo
you catch me pullin’ some sh-t out the peacoat
i got a big gun and a big ego

walk in the club and i’m fresh off a payday
i’m throwin’ dubs on them b-tches like day day
i’m in the kitchen, f-ck ’round and get fillet
heard your lil b-tch want f-ck but i delay
her n-gg- think he a psycho
we whack that boy and run off like a cycle
we rock that boy now we up like the eiffel
these n-gg-s runnin’ behind me like michael

[bridge]
smoke a punk
like a front
like some runts
like a blunt
light yo -ss up like a wood
put yo -ss out when i’m done
n-gg- get in where you fit in
make you fit inside the trunk
throw a fit, i hit yo fit
and know that sh-t slam like a dunk
came with that trunk

- zotiyac

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