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pay zeb the loot - payqtheloot feat zebnigga lyrics

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zebn*gga * “it’s zeb n*gga …. this b*tch freaky this b*tch a hoe we on it and you know!”

“ you put the ball in my possession i run that check up
glock came fully in this b*tch ain’t no let up
b*tch got a odd ass odor need a check up , been had mustard in my pocket need sum ketchup
light wood pack i’m finna drop him like some f*ckin’ leaves
i just pulled up wit a chop that you ain’t never seen
i just shot a n*gga in his ear now he can’t hear a thing
boys pulled up i had to run cause i seen my fiend. i just f*cked this b*tch she got to talkin different languages
told me i can put it in her b*tt i hurd sum stranger sh*t
i just got sum power in the booth ima ranger b*tch
i just stomped a n*gga with these boots ima lace his sh*t
gotta watch these b*tches in the club they might lace yo sh*t
fiend he a running trackstar he gone chase a brick
i told you if i lose my sh*t ima take yo sh*t
imma throw a hook over water ima bait yo b*tch
ima cut the dog wit the dog ima mate that b*tch
same n*gga beggin for her back swear he hate that b*tch
got yo p*ssy creamy when i f*ck you can’t fake that sh*t
made 9 on that court n*gga like rondo, nah 900 chops when i slide like i’m rondo. we can fight but know you gettin popped n*gga they think i’m quando. dirty b*tch just pulled up with a mf fronto. one of one vlone this b*tch lookin like a poncho
know some n*ggas slide on a horse not a bronco
hit a n*gga wit the paul for the white i call him blanco
african k got a drum nah not no bongo
get a b*tch fries and a drink nah not no combo.” “stupid b*tch!
payqtheloot * “dumbass!”
“ took three steps in my shoes now im traveling. put yo life on this bet now we really gambling
smacked into a mall spent a 10 on a accident
hall of fame floor general im really passing sh*t, hall of fame capper in yo badge you really tell fibs
if i had take in real life ill b slamming bins gotta asian that b crackin cards his name is j.pin, oops i mean j lin! call my boy d he out the way he b sellin bins
b*tch i mall hawk n slide out wit the perfect gift bout to take off wit a 100 whats the perfect bin
nah nah nah f*ck that wats edd bin you the type of n*gga that b askin where edd been. *whistle dumbass!”

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