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zack & cody (feat. 47) - fyelow lyrics

aye
i’m the type to penny pinch, cause i need all mine
we the type to step over that line, we get off sides
i say yo b*tch a open hand, she a strong five
and she still waiting on a response, it’s a long line

aye, hit you with this closed fist like hold this rock
i’d be afraid if you was holding paper, but i know you not
i heard you broke up with yo b*tch, i know you hot
i heard that she was trying to give you sp*ce like an open shot

i be sh*tting on n*ggas and i don’t even rap
one day i’ma act like a candle so i can meet my match
we could kick it likе shoes, but no strings attached
man down, this ain’t warzone, you can’t bring heem back

whеre the fat booty b*tches at tell her bring yo back
skinny n*gga call me fat joe, i was leanin back
i was in the field like i’m brett, tryna make a pass
save the best part for the end, i’m tryna make it last

we gon’ put some green on his head, then we gon’ mow the grass
n*gga keep on lying to himself, he know he ass
step up in the spot, n*gga rarer than a kobe pass
might as well turn the sirens on with yo police ass
n*ggas think they fly, but they don’t know i got the most clearance
nowadays the gas louder than divorced parents
buy some sh*t and keep the tag on it, now the wh0res starin’
lil shorty got a wagon on her like a horse steerin’

i ain’t tryna be her man, i’m just friends with her
i got three k’s in the crib like i’m kris jenner
yeah my pockets getting big, but they can get bigger
got a stick tucked by my tummy, this ain’t hilfiger

three k’s in the crib like a klan member
i done told your ass a hundred times that i can’t stand n*ggas
but that’s ironic, cause i made it out the hood
i’m tryna move out to the hills and neighbor me a meagan good

i just got a new whip and hit the gas cause i was bored
now the blues up in my mirror like a sigma in the morning
accidentally hit the flash, now she know that i recorded
made her sign an nda, i told her she cannot report it

she ain’t even trip, she told me that she like it, i should forward it
that bih freaky ah f*ck, she throwing it back like i’m being rewarded
i’m in new orleans, i hit it once, then pass it to my whoadie
bad b*tches in the telly with my brothers, zack & cody, yeah

what he say?
yeah, yeah, yeah
what

- fyelow lyrics

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