Zotiyac - Door paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson Door - Zotiyac



Ay, bitch I feel like a sharpshooter
Sit your shit up like a booster
And wake his ass up like a rooster
Ruger got titties like Hooters
Don't try no sneak shit I might shoot ya
Clip in my hand like a blooper
Big forty it fuck up your future
This bitch big like Rasputia
Cop that hoe back, trying to hit his Medula
Pop off your lid, hollow the tip, it knock off your wig
Boy you can tell we inside of your crib
He got a future, don't die behind this
Don't lie to me nigga, lie to your bitch
We not the same nigga, my shit too thick
Put the blood in this shit into my pockets like Crips
Strips, I need them blue
I need a hit yeah, I need them blue (blue)
I call the Hitman and just say who
Bullets like Ip man, how they just flew
Pull it to kick man, iller kung-fu (Uh, yeah)
Chopper like Chun-li (Uh, yeah)
Dump it like Humpty
These 223's leave 'em lumpy
It look like he off the lean, how he slumping
Call the 12 gauge gasoline, how it's pumping
Vector go grrraah
I put that bitch to your neck it go grrraaah
Hold the AR like I hold the guitar
Jars in the bag and the dope in the jars
Extended mag make you open your jaw
Keep spending bank like we don't know the law
You ain't ever been there nigga
I'm in there like swimwear nigga
Ain't go to class cause I didn't care nigga
Probably pull up and drop a few tens there nigga
Then I pop out probably slide to the north
So, I got a ride with a rock and a corpse
Pop a shot watch you fly, so Honda Accord
Pop adopt that little nigga ain't talkin' no more
Ay, died on his way to the morgue
They bagged him up way before
Ain't even try, too late for that boy
They know it's over, no saving that boy
Ay, he died on the way to the floor
Little nigga got dropped like a four
It's 30 my Glock, this shit hot just like porridge
Nigga run up, this shit sing like a chorus
Got my Glock, but my brother gon' bring out that tourist
Slide with the MAC, snap like a taurus
Hollow his back, he running like Forest
And might find his body somewhere in the forest
My gun dirty go mob 'em like tourist
This bitch thirsty go slob 'em like yours
I feel like Curry I ride with the Warriors
Aye, open your top like a door



Writer(s): Jessica Sharman, Twinnie Moore


Zotiyac - Collateral Damage
Album Collateral Damage
date de sortie
06-06-2019




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