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36 - stackzz lyrics

[verse 1: stackzz]
real talk, true story, let me tell you a lil’ something let me tell you a lil’ something bout me
i ain’t never had sh-t ’til a n-gga start touching them, playing them, playing with keys
made so much money, so much money can’t believe that money on me
my choppers allergic to hate, f-ck around that b-tch ‘gon spray
chopper gon’ put them in deep, i to the r to the t
my heart is so cold, it’s below the zero and i keep it on freeze
b-tch n-gga please i keep it real never fake, bands are getting made out of state
behead ’em behead ’em, i got ’em i got ’em
flow to the top from the bottom
i know why these n-ggas are hating, shoes are made of a gator
designer all over my body, with drugs all in the [?]
boss ’til i’m dead and i’m gone, king with the crown on the throne
it’s 36 zips in a brick and i’m trapping this sh-t i can’t leave it alone

[hook: stackzz]
36, 36, 36
36 zips in a brick and i’m trapping this sh-t i can’t leave it alone
36, 36, 36
36 zips in a brick and i’m trapping this sh-t i can’t leave it alone
[?]
i’m surrounded by so many things i cannot even miss
[?]

[verse 2: young thug]
andale, andale, andale
young bone n thug, no harmony
and i’m not a real falcon fan, but i see birds every sunday
hey, magic city monday, no sofa my voice persuade
these b-tches they bring me they digits, i f-ck them and leave them in holes, no ditches
sorry for the sin no city, i’m living like dennis the menace
she told me i treat her like she was locked up, i only give a couple [?]
ooh i’m bleeding, need a bandana i’m too bool
listen, in the kitchen with a hundred [?] revving revving revving like cyborg n-gga
like a black diamond running ’round looking like the f-cking knight
got a b-tch with me, she not american but she my idol
and i’ma beat that p-ssy, i’ma eat that p-ssy, i’ma cook that cinnamon [?]

[hook]

[verse 3: peewee longway]
thirty six up in the chicken, i make that b-tch and i still flip up in the kitchen
breaking my wrist when i whip it, i’m too legit for me to quit it
they labeled by types, it’s stacked up in my fridge, i serve it to you water whipped
open like sh-t is wrapped up with no signature
mpa have the chief for the seminoles
too many [?] strapped in my denim, [?]
i just might just pull up in a hummer truck with ’em
finessing and flexing, top [?] gon’ get ’em
36 o’s in the bando, my agenda look lil bitty b-tch i’ma k!ll ’em
trapping with young n-ggas like rambo k!llas, all of us rocking givenchy chinchillas
longway

[hook]

- stackzz lyrics

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