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zero tolerance (no f*ck n!ggas) - $ir lt lyrics

[intro: $ir lt]
oh f*ck, now i spilled my juice everywhere!
i ain’t lost my juice though
still got the juice
and b*tch, you think i didn’t forget you?
this one’s for you…
ahem, look (b*tch)

[verse 1: $ir lt]
middle finger to you, hoe ass sl*t, i’ll run my bag up (b*tch)
all my n*ggas know i’m tough, it’s time to pack up
your bullsh*t, sleepin’ on me grab the pillow
and ya opinions, and throw em out the window (throw dem sh*ts!)
my tolerance for a f*ck n*gga is now zero
i’m a weirdo, but i’ve always been real though
my wit can’t be measured, i’m a ruler like pharaoh
but you cannot reach me, your mind is too narrow (haha)
tried to put you on game, but you never wan’ hear though
sucka n*gga, knew you was fake from the get go
tryna get figures, i’ma stack ‘em like lego
breezy sh*t, “look at me now” b*tch, “leggo!”
i’ll be lookin’ at y’all when i’m at the top, like “h*llo!”
you a bad fellow, hating on a motherf*cka
got so many expectations, weighing on motherf*cka
dreams in my sight, i’ma chase ’em, like a motherf*cka
doors closin’ gotta find a way in on that motherf*cka (yeah, yeah)
yeah, won’t get complacent for a motherf*cka (nah!)
chillin’ with your mother, she asian, i’m a motherf*cka (haha)
i’m her main man, and your daddy, she got another lover
lawn mower k!lled my friend, snake n*gga undercover
but this sh*t mine for the takin’ you dumb motherf*cka!
i don’t think they get it, i’ll repeat it (uh, uh)
this sh*t mine for the takin’ you dumb motherf*cka!
[interlude: $ir lt & arsonist]
$ir lt:
d*mn bruh, am i really tryin’ to k!ll all these n*ggas
arsonist:
sh*t, what do you mean bro? you ain’t k!lled n0body
$ir lt:
what?
did you not hear that previous verse, bro?
i went crazy
arsonist:
yeah, but, sh*t, i think you can go harder next verse though
$ir lt:
alright, look…

[verse 2: $ir lt]
f*ck wit’ the big dogs, i’ma bark back at ya (woof, woof!)
grab your body, and throw it in the acura
my led gon send computerized bullets, keep the mac tucked
hand on the trigger, i’ll pull it, if you act up
how’d i lose that challenge, and end up, gettin passed up
to a n*gga off beat, flow shakey, that’s tough
aged poorly, like whoever claimed i had a bad start
swear this bullsh*t be the reason why i lack trust
i’ma put my homies on, though, i won’t tax nothin’
cause it ain’t fun, if the homies can’t have none (snoop!)
real sh*t, feel this, tryin’ to get millions
feel like weezy, high potential no ceilings
so now i’m rockin’ j’s big shoes to be filling
but i’ma go hard regardless of how i’m feeling
(feeling, feeling, feeling)
[interlude: $ir lt]
ayy, let ’em know
uh, ayy

[verse 3: $ir lt]
i’m like tyson on the mic, with these punchlines and right hooks
i’m a prodigy makin’ profit and leavin’ dimes shook
ones, b*tch run my ones (hoe!)
billie jean sh*t, n*gga you is not my son (whoo!)
but i fathered you, you’re my offspring
i stay droppin’ heat, (n*gga), all spring, yah!

[outro: $ir lt]
haha, ’til infinity

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