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zip it up - platinum(fgm) lyrics

[hook]
rap it up rap it up zip it up, put the razor to the plate that’s a dinner cut
n-ggas hate cause the j’s can’t get enough, p-ss your b-tch around cause she say that you ain’t big enough
if i ever see the feds imma get the f-ck, got a boss b-tch with her t-tties up
rap it up rap it up zip it up, gotta stack it up stack it up get you one yea
rap it up rap it up zip it up, rap it up rap it up zip it up
had to get a new trap just to fill it up, cause the old bando wasn’t big enough
rap it up rap it up zip it up, rap it up rap it up zip it up
had to get a new trap just to fill it up, cause the old bando wasn’t big enough

[verse: 1]
i get my keys from fernando, he give me more than pianos
got the junkies acting like a cannible nite off your arm like it taste like some dannibles
got some shooters they act like they’re henchmen a license to k!ll they don’t need that to handle you
and i be the influence i just make them do it don’t even gotta put a hand on you
we make them birdies fly away, police a burden everyday
i’m just trynna make a play, my brother need food on his plate
you used to them hotdogs i rather whip up that soda and make me a steak
then i put the soda with the white i pray to god i don’t mix up the plates ooh
i treat your b-tch like a pack mule she put my weed in her panties
then she let me eat her cookie i can’t believe is not granny’s
when i was like thirteen or fourteen i stole some edibles hid three in my jammies
b-tch look up my lyrics on g*nius i swear to god that i write the commandments

[verse 2]
overtime on my grind n-ggas be tellin lies with they eyes
so i’m prepared with the .9 i throw him back in if he get outta line
your b-tch had wanted a line that’s shady she ask who is for like wayne brady
don’t care as long as she pay me i make sure she wavy from head to toe she wan’ rape me
rap it up rap it up zip it up, got your b-tch in the kitchen whipping dinner up
she act thirsty i guess i gotta fill her up, now i got the lil’ b-tch looking dillard’s up
i been whipping work so long got a special technique i just call that the winners cut
go to war for that recipe you can’t stand next to me i got something that make heaven speak
i treat your b-tch like a pack mule she put my weed in her panties
then she let me eat her cookie i can’t believe is not granny’s
when i was like thirteen or fourteen i stole some edibles hid three in my jammies
b-tch look up my lyrics on g*nius i swear to god that i write the commandments

- platinumfgm lyrics

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