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‎zoochie - izaya tiji lyrics

[intro]
yeah, yea, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[verse]
i couldn’t never, no i couldn’t tap it
soon as i’m back, they treat me so lousy
guns on my body, hoes on my body
they lovin’ the wave, and i wouldn’t doubt it
she wanna get saved, so i might just clown her
she givin’ face, so i will not pound her
money discussions and money encounter
just like lil’ top man, it’s ‘gon get louder (yea)
did someone up like i got the power
wettin’ ’em up like i got the shower
long ass stand up, that is the towеr
he is a lil’ ass b*tch, he a coward
yes i still gеt cake by the hour
yes i’m still ‘gon back up the flock
he smokin’ straight, yea he’s smokin’ that powder
i see the fake, yeah inner and outer
stank ass hoe
coochie was sour
lil’ ass hoes
they tryna do me so foul
get off my d*ck, just get off my d*ck
f*ck her one time then i fl!ck the b*tch (just fl!ck her)
you know that i’m ‘gon check the check, yeah
you know that i’m ‘gon clip the neck (clip, yeah clip)
catch ’em when i’m wrong, i’m ‘gon flip the whip (‘gon flip it)
cryin’ like a hoe, i’m ‘gon split his sh*t
f*cked on his hoe, i picked the b*tch (oh, yeah)
.223, n*gga ‘gon [?]
slide on a n*gga gon nick his sh*t, yeah
send his ass up like a blimp or sh*t
i used to smoke on that skimpy sh*t, yeah
go crazy, racks thick as sh*t (yeah)
[?] sh*t
slime really crazy, that jimmy stick, yeah
windows down, blowing a bl!ck
cut his ass down, cut him too quick
under pressure he ‘gon [?] like a risk
under pressure gotta keep your composure
[?] it’s over
[?] ass n*gga he donald glover
pick another [?] can’t hold her
jump on the [?] yeah it’s a floater
i [?] the k, so it was over
[?] f*ck her now, she a [?] stalker
dead ass n*gga he a f*ckin’ walker
i f*cked the muf*ckin’ pastor’s daughter
back in school, yeah i was a honor’
dropped out, i don’t wanna be a lawyer
[?] the glock, cause i couldn’t be a baller
he go six feet make his ass taller
here go a sissy, bullets ‘gon croc ’em
cut a n*gga up, yeah the n*gga gon doc ’em
shoot a n*gga up, or we ‘gon rock him
hold up
[outro]
tell ’em fill it up, yeah they ‘gon chalk ’em
lame ass fans, b*tch i just block ’em
snake ass n*ggas, yeah i just clock ’em
just put on your brakes n*gga, you could cross ’em
yeah, yeah, yeah
big ass 5.56 ‘gon floss ’em
he was so green, so i just moss him
she was so mean, so i could just box her
yeah, yeah
pick up the bankroll just knock her
it knotted, it knotted
yeah, yeah
i call the bros
i call the bros, yeah that’s my shotta
blowin’ the o’s
blowin’ up my phone, no why would you call her
yeah, yeah
gettin’ this lil’ hoe up
yeah, yeah, yeah

- izaya tiji lyrics

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