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you can't stop the reign - blacc zacc lyrics

[intro]
(ayy, spin it back, tay)
uh, uh*uh
ayy, you gotta see
smokin’ on fruits ’cause her ass like a peach
okay
yeah

[verse]
my b*tch, she tropical, you gotta see
smokin’ on fruits ’cause her ass like a peach
we take a trip for a month, not a week
i’m in l.a. with a vibe on the beach
i brought a couple, not one, this a fleet
lambos and ‘rari’s and truck with the b
came from the streets, made it out poverty
what you make in a year i can make in my sleep
had to pick up, money callin’ my phone
this sh*t so good they can’t leave it alone
came out the mud, i stayed down for so long
i knew i was different, i hustled and show ’em
my b*tch so bad, how you not proud of me?
i bought her prada and l with the v
you call it trickin’, i call that sh*t chеap
i got the power, i feel like tyreek
i got thе power, pull up in the ghost
came with the gang, we pour up, make a toast
went and got first medal, took her to the lowe’s
i showed her them racks, now she touchin’ her toes
i push start my car, i ain’t needin’ no key
i drive the whip like a demon in me
i bend the curve with a glock in my hand
i’m paranoid, almost shot me a fan
walk through the dirt with dior on my feet
and i buy what i want when i want ’cause i can
move like a trapper, i don’t mingle with rappers
i stay to myself ’cause these n*ggas ain’t gang
b*tch, i’m insane, f*ck whatever you claim
gangster in heart, i don’t care ’bout the fame
n*ggas sneak dissin’, but they ain’t got a stain
they stepped on your man, that’s a motherf*ckin’ shame
rappin’ and trappin’, 448 in the plastic, got stain on the block in the rain
n*gga, you cappin’, all of these bat sh*t, the baddest
how the h*ll you gon’ go plain?
i ran it up with the plug and a scale
heard he got knock off, just pray he don’t tell
that p*ssy mine, she say she don’t share
i made her real tight off her hair and nails
eatin’ hibachi, when we leave, she get me sloppy
she said, “bae, hold my hair”
that’s a h*ll of a noggin
told my lil’ b*tch she gettin’ popular, ’cause them hoes can’t compare
open your eyes, i be everywhere
my diamonds clinkin’, no clout in there
designer on me, i’ma put it in layers
dior or chanel, i got every pair
went to the jeweler, upgraded my stones
if i like it, i want it, i’m takin’ it home
callin’ my phone, what the f*ck do you want?
if it ain’t ’bout no money, just leave me alone

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