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letra de squares - zotiyac

aye, aye, aye, aye
hook: 1
i don’t f-ck with squares
keep a small circle, i don’t f-ck with squares
aye, i keep a small circle i don’t f-ck with squares
verse: 1
i’m gon’ catch a body walk away like i don’t f-cking care
brodie hit his head, i took the legs like we don’t f-cking share
(huh) call me dontron, i don’t f-cking care
got the addy but ain’t tryna come; oh you f-cking scared
got that addy and you got yo gun; don’t just f-cking stare
i ain’t lyin, they ain’t even run. they wasn’t f-cking there
d for dynamic have yo head up in the f-cking air
drop you like ceramics store yo sh-t up in the tubberware
boy i keep that bone-crusher on me; i ain’t ever scared
i ain’t even rappin’ i be snappin’ zoti-[?]-ware
hollow tip just slid up in yo head like it’s a sled in there
n-gga caught like twelve inside his body like the feds in there
i blow a hole inside that boy so big could fit my head in there
i’m sippin’ everything, i’m pouring purple he ain’t red in there
(uh) ooh, i got ’em stressed out i got him smokin’ squares
poke you, cut yo ass in half, leave half yo body over there
hook: 2
(i don’t f-ck with squares,)
(i keep a small circle, i don’t f-ck with squares) (x2)
verse: 2

i’m gon’ catch a body, walk away like i don’t f-cking care
we gon’ smoke them boys and get away, act like we wasn’t there
boy i bought a pump and got a drum without no f-ckin’ snares
pull a head trigger on that b-tch; blow off yo f-ckin’ head
two pistols and they both the truth, n-gga that’s a double dare
brought extra guns, no extra clips, we hit the whip like f-cking spare
f-ck sparin’ lives, i’m gon keep me a collection, n-gga
reach my hand inside yo soul and take your soul for pleasure, n-gga
sn-tch out yo [?], keep them as a souvenir
we gon’ get him outta here; he gon’ need a new spirit
you would think i’m flying spirit, cause i’m high and i don’t give a f-ck
if i could pull a line for everytime you b-tched, i’d need a bigger cup
(ooh) shoot a n-gga, do the race, tay-k, hit em up, 2pac, put it on me stitch it up
boy i’m finna take a break, boy i gotta take a p-ss;
your momma looked inside the fridge, she said “woah what the f-ck is this”

closing: (i don’t f-ck with squares, keep a small circle i don’t f-ck with squares)

- zotiyac

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