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zig zag - the 331 lyrics

[verse 1: lq]
huh, wake up, buddy
gotta say ‘sum, buddy
we make hits
i’m a big star, buddy
can’t sleep, gotta make big money (money)
what’s so funny?
got ‘yo b*tch
i don’t go to class
she stay at my place to study
two face, thinkin’ that you went steady
huh, hum on that b*tch like i’m cudi
f*ckin’ that b*tch in her tummy
wrap it up, ain’t talkin’ no mummy
hypnotize
thinkin’ she love me
give it some time, i’m leavin the country
huh, i’m flyin’ right back
she get to shakin’ that ass
we dropping hit after hit
i’m raising a glass
performing on stages to many of masses
now my shorty still passin’
a.b.c., after class give her that d
ran outta gas, my tank is on e
i do not f*ck with police
no snitch, i keep it a g
put that sh*t right back in motion
touchin’ my wrist, you gonna get frozen (frozen)
oh sh*t, you gonna get frozen
[chorus: j three]
smokin’ a zig zag
you know my b*tch bad and she been that
i’m the big man with the big blah
it’s the big bands that we been after
you know this sh*t’s gas, get you lit faster
this that zig zag
we shaking the f*ckin chapel, okay
trailblazing, sh*t, okay
then i’m star gazing, okay
zig zags from the room
they made a star baby, okay
trailblazing, sh*t, okay
then i’m star gazing, okay
zig zags from the room
they made a star baby, okay

[verse 2: j three]
no time to pull out a gun
we hittin’ with fist fast
zig zag
i been getting ziggy with it
ain’t time to get sad
i been in the jag with that sh*t, they call that sh*t zag
she need a big bag of tricks
i need to bag the b*tch
i am a pacifist but still i might pass the fist
no need to gas the kid
i’m coming with all of the sh*t that you beggin’ me for
still you might ask for sh*t
no need for hand outs
they made me stand up so i stand out
couldn’t be quiet in class
they told me pipe down
i got ‘em jumping like wipeout
we getting active
b*tch i’m attractive
wake up, gotta get cake then i’m cashin’
driving the whip like i do not care if it crashes
cabinets empty, f*ckin’ starvin’
we gon’ go up regardless
hardships, turnt star sh*t
f*ck a sp*ce coupe, want a starship
f*ck going to mars
i wanna hit my mark in this market
cold hearted like a cobra
slide through and strike my target
[chorus: j three]
smokin’ a zig zag
you know my b*tch bad and she been that
i’m the big man with the big blah
it’s the big bands, what we been after?
you know this sh*t’s gas, it get you lit faster
this that zig zag
we shaking the f*ckin chapel, okay
trailblazing, sh*t, okay
then i’m star gazing, okay
zig zags from the room
they made a star baby, okay
trailblazing, sh*t, okay
then i’m star gazing, okay
zig zags from the room
they made a star baby, okay

[verse 3: fry]
keep motivation ‘till your last day
search for direction
slowin’ down the fast lane
imma block ‘em off
feel the crash in a drag race
b*tches act tough ‘till the whole d*mn track break
that’s a cut off
egotistic, just the way i come off
look for fights
time to take the gloves off
press on the gas, speedin’ fast
let that sh*t blow
even if the strap’s loaded you ain’t set the gun off
i’m laughing to the bank
ain’t no body to thank
a three man show
who be sayin’ we ain’t?
just laugh at the b*tch, take the food off they plate
take my songs serious
take my sh*t to the grave, bah
all these b*tches tryna get involved
ain’t see the way i evolved
lookin’ for a b*tch to risk it all
days gettin’ fast but ain’t miss it all
i won’t fall
may get down but the cash gon’ call
waitin’ for the day when the bands stack tall
searchin’ for a queen who gon’ keep me calm
i ain’t need your doubts
you either believe in us or we takin’ you out
no matter the amount
i’m gon’ keep it on the low
this time we ain’t making a sound, shh

- the 331 lyrics

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