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zoowee mama - luhh dyl lyrics

[intro]
(this sh*t gon’ be crazy, jack)
come on
(thanks, yakree)
okay

[chorus]
n*gga, i might go and dior my b*tch out today
doctor f*cked up on her bbl, throw her ass away
i know a n*gga that rapped for ten years, he still ass today
n*gga, you might as well just stop

[verse]
n*gga, if i’m on the block, bet a hundred i’m with rock
wear your protector on this b*tch, bro keep a hundred in his chop
i know how it feel down there, so i just one up to the top
man, i been hittin’ hoes, just go ask my mama
my left wrist like frozone, my neck on zoo*wee mama
you got the cheese touch, back back, b*tch you got ugly problems
n*ggas wishin’ they was me, man, you don’t want these problems
you ain’t got this swag, n*gga, you ain’t worth them dollars
you don’t keep no mag, n*gga, you ain’t bust no collars
can’t take the hood out me, we in la, still eatin’ mcdonalds
they askin’ me why i started rappin’, i just went and found it
i hit so many n*ggas’ b*tches, as crazy as that sounded
i done got some weak head, but the p*ssy astoundin’
just threw a twenty in the strip, forgot to tip the bouncer
it look like sketchers on my feet and my shirt public housing
my n*gga five got a chop, it’s ’bout knee*high
n*ggas don’t start problems with us, n*gga, and you see why
this type of gas i’m smokin’ on’ll make a bee fly
she irritatin’, i can’t be ’round her ‘less i be high
[chorus]
n*gga, i might go and dior my b*tch out today
doctor f*cked up on her bbl, throw her ass away
i know a n*gga that rapped for ten years, he still ass today
n*gga, you might as well just stop

- luhh dyl lyrics

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