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zeze (remix) - bic ross, kay teith, bitacora, & jos h lyrics

[intro]
my main goal is to blow up and then act like its—smsmsmsmisaac

[chorus: bic ross, kay teith, & bitacora]
oh, mean muggin’
y’all be buggin’
mean muggin’
y’all be buggin’
(mean muggin’
y’all be buggin’)
[?] around the [?]
[?]
amenaza aplicar un impuesto a la comida
chatarra con el objeto de inhibir a su consumo
amenaza aplicar un impuesto a la comida
chatarra con el objeto de inhibir a su consumo

[verse 1: bic ross]
i was trappin’ like i’m livin’ in society
y’all be trappin’ like you got filial piety
bathed in notoriety
say it wit’ no sobriety
i stay cool and collected so i don’t get no anxiety
defiantly i make a milli off a flow
undeniably got billis so we losing all control (uh)
the top is hot but the wrist go cold
rip to benji for the drugs he never sold
pop a criminal and the flow subliminal
breaking records on the [?]
my rhymes is biblical like suleiman and the templar knights
we came so far from many weeks of sleepless nights
that’s what it used to be
but now i got juice to beat
back then i was the one on top of the [?] but then i got used to me
[?]
the spots [?] got the shoes for me
one of the spots we were coppin’ [?] was adidas so they got ultraboosts for me
now we reppin’ for the uh three stripes
hbk the gang while we smokin’ three pipes
you can’t dunk ’cause you lookin’ mad white
straight up [?] how you be lookin’ as high as a kite?

[bridge: bitacora]
amenaza aplicar un impuesto a la comida
chatarra con el objeto de inhibir a su consumo
amenaza aplicar un impuesto a la comida
chatarra con el objeto de inhibir a su consumo
amen-amen-amen-a-a-a-a-amen

[verse 2: kay teith]
don’t f-ck wit’ none of you hoes
senior i’m suckin’ ’em toes
in the stu’ with all of them bros
k!llin’ the beat and she [?]
f-ck it i switch up the flow
confusin’ a lot of you though
no [?] around me
i put up a bounty
they come for your sh-t get thirty one hits
leave your -ss up in the county
and the shooters that tear you apart
look like you was smokin’ a ‘gar
[?] this sh-t is easy for me uh-huh indeed
and that ain’t a flex or nothin’
shooter jane baker my cousin
sh-t i been hustlin’
makin’ a fussin’
they tryna stop it but they cannot i am to hot
[?]
tear his [?] addicts
step it on drums he head it
f-ck it eskeet-t

[verse 3: jos h]
choppers, flamingos
some people call me a gringo
smokin’ bowls
[?] that you never gon’ know
expensive furs they mink
ice rinks
we be wearin’ that pink
sippin’ ze drink (drank)
decked in furs a wildebeast
trap trap with the good good yeast
gucci jesus piece
lamborghini came with the keys
benji isn’t free (clamps)
sh-t is so sad
i’m a real g
ucsb dad (breh)
in the maybach double all rick ross
got my jewelry and my chain so i floss
some people call me big jaos
big dubs in the bay no loss

[outro: bic ross]
aaaaamen-amen-a
amen-a-amena-a
amena
amena-dib-a-dab
amena-amena
amena-amena
amena

- bic ross kay teith bitacora jos h lyrics

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