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ibaka - z-wayne lyrics

catch a opp & we rob him we mob him what’s popping the glock in my pocket get shot in yo face just for talking
give me noggin’ she moppin’ she topping if kid make the beat then you know that b*tch jumping & rocking
stop it rocket run in yo apartment no knocking
kick that n*gga door in with 10’s in the stopper
we plotting like capital one so b*tch what’s in yo wallet cuz my n*ggas clocking them pockets
pocket rocket them bodies be dropping the police be watching but they can not block it ibaka
they watching binoculars send that boy right to the doctor then throw my sh*t right in the washer
he copping & we caught a opp right when hе was parking his car at the mall he was shopping
and we bеat the boy like we boxing , 1 2 pop em
last thing he saw was them problems
and n*ggas ain’t doing no robbing n*ggas be batman doc see the shots in the cat scan
and i whip the work with the chef man & he cook it right but he beat the pot with the left hand
and if i haven’t went & the plug is the best man
shots at yo head ain’t no need for a vest man
best friend , i f*cked the b*tch at the west end
my g got the glock & goon got smith & wesson
like i get into it i like how she do it yo b*tch slob & drooling & we running through it
she like what you doing i say b*tch i’m cooling i don’t want the cooties i rub on her booty
we netflix & chill ima pick out the movie just go to the store & b*tch bring back the fruities
timmy work at the pool toy bring all the groupies show b00bies i pull out then f*ck in jacuzzi
white b*tch names suzy work at the best buy
slim thick cutie remind me of left eye
ice with the juels they like look at that guy scat pack glock in that b*tch & it’s matte black
matte black think i meant matte red play with me thats dead forty block serving the meth heads
point me to the b*tch in the hood & they call her pebbles cuz i heard that b*tch got the best head
she give me her face & im coming we running & gunning these n*ggas be slumming we dumping
my boy jesus be punching them numbers
you give him your card best believe he gon add a few commas
in the summer i pick yo b*tch up in the hummer can’t f*ck her a n*gga just ran out of condoms
and i can’t wife a b*tch that’s like me going straight to a ??????
upset ya b*tch i got the water i f*ck on your daughter cuz that b*tch was cute kinda sorta
i been f*cking this b*tch way before you was starting or ?? at thirty i throw down a quarter
peaches, i f*ck that b*tch right in georgia
sweet, move that b*tch right down to florida
she geeking, if that head good i record her
kid porter my n*gga be f*cking his daughter

- z wayne lyrics

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