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lazy remix - young zing lyrics

[intro: young zing & tom]
yeah, ayo lazy remix, wassup
aye we got sal on his pop smoke sh*t on this one
(yo sally on his pop smoke sh*t? what the f*ck)
aye we got tom and maz and bird, you know what i’m saying?
young zing, wassup

[verse 1: sally b*lls]
if you invite i’m always coming, call me ejac*
not good at math, those sk!lls i f*cking lack
soon you’ll be pushing up the lilacs
cuz imma hit you in the face with my f*cking n*ts*ck
all you b*tches talk about drugs, yeah you wack
ducks go motherf*cking quack quack
you think i’m homer cuz the way i simp*son
no need to practice, b*tch i already won
thought i was finished, h*ll nah i ain’t done
bout to play this beat like some hot cross buns
f*ck you, pay me, everybody wants the bag but they lazy
just got wuhan coughing all these lows cuz i’m lazy
why all these girls saying, “he’s baby”?

[verse 2: young zing]
f*ck you, pay me
yeah i’m driving to the basket and i’m yelling, “lay me”
all these b*tches want young zing, yeah they wanna lay me
connor, motherf*cker, in the summer, never hangs out, that dude lazy
i was down down bad, they all said i’m crazy
living life like a movie, martin scorsese
when i was off the loud, yeah it was hazy
working on the album, yeah i feel like jay*z
why the f*ck you acting like a baby?
nowadays you acting so godd*mn shady
gotta stay dripping, this water like the navy
balling mvp, tom brady
call up big sal, yeah he know what’s the word
know we stay balling, tom, mazzy and bird
drinking too much now my vision is blurred
yeah we big bossin’, don’t know what you heard
this sh*t is absurd
[verse 3: tom]
(yo we got sal, frank, tom, ant, luke and connor on the beat)
luther in his sp*cesuit looking like an astronaut
big dog tough but he’s got a big heart
chain on my neck, yeah it’s got the big rocks
we in france, b*tch, don’t touch my croissant
i got so much money, stacked in the safe
head to fort zancudo, military base
take a jet, fly off, and escape the case
y’all hated on sal and look what he became
we run the sea now so don’t f*ck with us
all business, there’s nothing to discuss
d*mn, you so ugly, i’m sick to my guts
sal be on his latin sh*t, he going nuts
business on the side, yeah it’s looking pretty shady
no negotiations, you better pay me
i’ll direct a masterpiece, like i’m scorsese
or make a number one hit, call me jay*z

[verse 4: ceepee the kid]
i hit the club, fifty deep, yeah yeah
tossing money at their feet, yeah yeah
f*ck on her titty, imma beat, godd*mn
swimming in that guwop, biddies wanna suck me off
sal f*cking on the ladies, whipping the mercedes
call him mr. gimpy wop, yeah yeah
sally is lazy, his swimming pool was hazy
green goo in the pool, break the back of a mule
yeah yeah, they call him mr. gimpy wop, yeah yeah
pull up in the foreign, all the girls adoring
sal, he’s f*cking snoring
call him binky man, yeah yeah
call that motherf*cker binky man, godd*mn
this one for big salami
[verse 5: bird hauff]
(alright, here we go, this just the preview right here)
(odd image v2)
(put it in rewind)
f*cked up, f*cked up, f*ck drew
bout to shoot his skull, leave him, his body to rot, i move
somebody made it hot, more me, less sal
slimey like a snake, f*ck around and make a steak
if you want this, bars, i will bless you
i don’t f around, i will hurt you
(that’s just the first verse)
f*cked up, f*cked up, f*ck drew
bout bash his skull in, leave his body to rot, i move
somebody made it hot, more me, less sal
slimey like a snake, f*ck around, i don’t make mistakes
if you want this bar, i will bless you
i will hurt you
(that’s just the preview, i’ll catch you on the flip)

[verse 6: frank santos & young zing]
(this n*gga sal ain’t even know, it’s crazy)
coming straight from the underground, huh
motherf*ckers don’t want to see me, they town
my man sal on the track, huh, so you f*cking know this sh*t slaps
don’t make me hit you with the mac
f*ck around and i make it relapse
the sh*t they talk about, is quite wack
yeah, it’s funny how these cats act
talking bout bird, i leave motherf*ckers like you, stuck in the dirt
i’m not the jack of any trade
i’m aces high, smoke some buddha, listen to ye and then i touch the sky
he said he gon’ touch the sky
chop it, mix it, hit a l!ck, lazy remix
see it in your eyes, it’s the legends of summer
motherf*ckers gonna ride and if they not rocking with it they gon’ die

- young zing lyrics

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