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in the zone - rob ertz lyrics

[intro]
(can’t tell me sh*t)
(made another sell get rich)

[chorus]
i’m in the zone right now can’t pick up the phone don’t tell me sh*t
i meet the plug out of town to go pick up the pack just made another sell get rich
over the stove make it jump out the pot, i get them keys & i skirt off the lot
these n*ggas hating on me, they watch my moves tryna plot wanna know what i got
400 degrees gotta know that i’m hot, she drive the boat while we rode on the yacht
can’t explain the things thе pain i seen you look & see your mama cry
i get the cream & thеn i multiply, these n*ggas cap & he know not to lie
all of these rainy days the strangest things don’t treat me like some other guy
[verse 1]
she pull up & give me head yea that’s my lil yea yea
f*ck her with no rubber have her shaking by the legs yea
she still tryna take it tryna show me she ain’t scared yea
foursome with the group we gotta take a lot of x yea
i’m in the zone right now, i’m in her dome right now
she too busy she sucking that d*ck can’t get to the phone right now
i’m in the zone right now, i’m in her dome right now
she too busy she sucking that d*ck can’t get to the phone right now

[verse 2]
i was down on my d*ck i was down to my last n*gga i was down bad on my luck
now i’m having that sh*t, now i’m having my way & it’s all about not giving up
i was struggling hustling thinking i’m getting money but really that sh*t wasn’t enough
it was bluff, shreveport city grew up rough but that’s that sh*t that made me tough
set it off like juvenile come get these cuffs up off of me
if it ain’t about no money why the f*ck you keep on calling me
know my worth & told ’em i won’t settle for what they offering
knowing i’m bout to blow the way these label heads keep calling me
[chorus]
i’m in the zone right now can’t pick up the phone don’t tell me sh*t
i meet the plug out of town to go pick up the pack just made another sell get rich
over the stove make it jump out the pot, i get them keys & i skirt off the lot
these n*ggas hating on me, they watch my moves tryna plot wanna know what i got
400 degrees gotta know that i’m hot, she drive the boat while we rode on the yacht
can’t explain the things the pain i seen you look & see your mama cry
i get the cream & then i multiply, these n*ggas cap & he know not to lie
all of these rainy days the strangest things don’t treat me like some other guy

- rob ertz lyrics

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