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letra de far gone - zotiyac

[chorus]
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

[verse 1]
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
it’s 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 don’t want like hot soda
i give a bad b-tch the cold shoulder
ain’t even got time to f-ck wit’ you i’m so focused
sorry lil’ baby i don’t notice
n-ggas talk sh-t on the net and i don’t notice
swing them sticks make ’em go home
prepare a n-gga funeral tryna find a n-gga suit like i’m 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
[bridge]
yea , yea , yea
off the meds now i’m far gone
yea , yea , yea
i got this b-tch givin’ me head in a dark room

[chorus]
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

[verse 2]
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 i’m f-ckin’ that b-tch i’ma have to go slap on that rubber, i cannot be careless n-gga
i’m 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-tches and she is not okay with sharin’, so i cut the b-tch off
cut the b-tch off, she was psychotic
i’m probably better just me and my narcotics
that b-tch hit my line and be forgotten
send me yo’ addy again ’cause i forgot it
boy i get high like a pro-pilot, police don’t like when i’m ridin’ they profilin’
why these n-ggas hatin’?
that’s my problem, talk to the hoe, not to me, boy that’s yo’ problem
[outro]
yea , yea , yea
off the meds now i’m far gone
yea , yea , yea
i got this b-tch givin’ me head in a dark room

- zotiyac

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