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letra de f iz ah joint - zotiyac

[chorus]
uh, rollin’ up ‘woods, what the f-ck is a joint?
it was hollows inside it, he takin’ them points
i f-ck yo’ b-tch just to make me a point (heal)
n-gga don’t want no beef, we be eatin’ sirloin
he ain’t gettin’ no paper, i think he like coin
my b-tch f-ckin’ a b-tch and i think i might join
suckin’ my glock ’cause it’s right by my groin

[verse]
yeah, she suckin’ the d-ck, she know what i be doin’
i been gettin’ to the money, you n-ggas ain’t knowin’
whippin’ this b-tch, a v-12, f-ck the owner
i’m always outside, but f-ck 12 and corona
you cough on a thot and a b-tch is not showin’
she can not do sh-t if the b-tch is not hoin’
he grippin’ the stick, but the b-tch is not blowin’
got hit in his sh-t ’cause that n-gga not totin’ (ayy)
bust down a b-tch then i bust down a play
you need some cake? i got one thousand ways
if you f-ckin’ with me then you f-ckin’ with pay
that b-tch f-ckin’ for free, no, i ain’t finna pay
f-ckin’ with gang, get yo’ candle lit, b-tch, get to icin’ that boy and then blow out his cake
yeah, her n-gga had her, she was playin’ my sh-t, got the n-gga so mad, smack this b-tch in the face
ball hard, b-tch, i don’t need a headband, got me ashin’ on two-hunnid dollar sweatpants
got my right hand man shootin’ out the left hand in the passenger seat with a ten fn
b-tch wanna f-ck, but she don’t got the bucks
on the way back home, i’ma tell her, “good luck”
man, these b-tches be broke than a motherf-ckin’ crush
i do not f-ck with them, say they never discuss
said she tryna get lunch, so it’s her in the back and my glock in the front
now we back at the crib and she think i’m the one
got yo’ b-tch off the sh-ts, shoot more shots than a gun
and these n-ggas be talkin’ like they gon’ blow some’
but they do not want none this smo-smoke in my lungs
put a hole in yo’ lungs, smo-smoke in my gun
got a arp, that b-tch bigger than pun (no joke)
don’t talk to me, n-gga, just bite yo’ tongue
think the cat got that b-tch how these n-ggas say none’
and be talkin’ ’bout money, but ain’t gettin’ none
boy, this clip hold a hunnid, you ain’t gettin’ one
you’ll be lucky if you catch like fifty and don’t catch like sixty from outta that pump
dumpin’ that b-tch like i’m out in the front, you hear me pullin’ up before i even come
i’m on that loud sh-t, what’s in the front?
come take a look and get stuffed up in that
fn hold twenty, it’s stuffed up in that
these ain’t no rubber bullets, stuff up in that
smoke that lil’ boy, get to bustin’ his ass, and then roll up some ‘wood, he get puffed up in that (uh, uh)
boy, i be chokin’ off gas while yo’ b-tch suckin’ d-ck, she be chokin’ off that
n-ggas be federal, posin’ on apps
it ain’t that sad if he ‘posed to get whacked
n-gga want smoke then he ‘posed to get that
you can get yo’ ass hit, you just ‘posed to hit back
we in the hummer, like soldiers in that
all these cans in this car, look like colas in that
finna hop out the car with the po-go and that
you get shot and then fall out yo’ polo and hat
[chorus]
uh, rollin’ up ‘woods, what the f-ck is a joint?
it was hollows inside it, he takin’ them points
i f-ck yo’ b-tch just to make me a point
n-gga don’t want no beef, we be eatin’ sirloin
he ain’t gettin’ no paper, i think he like coin
my b-tch f-ckin’ a b-tch and i think i might join
suckin’ my glock ’cause it’s right by my groin

- zotiyac

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