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​soccer - zaajji lyrics

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[chorus]
b*tch, you know i pull up, hit sh*t (hit sh*t)
turn around, we gon’ bl!ck ’em (bl!ck ’em)
turn that boy to chicken
she know i get chicken (she knows)
b*tch, this fit expensive (bee), b*tch, i get it (y* yeah)
yeah, i run up digits, your ho, she tryna f*ck, i’m wit’ it
yeah, b*tch, get it (get it)
ra* racks to the sun
i’m so geeked, i’m on the ceiling
i’m on penicillin (penicillin)
your ho wan’ f*ck for the feeling, ’cause i make a k!llin’, aye
b*tch, i really did it
kick his ass, turn him to chicken
n*ggas sound like b*tches
and these n*ggas b*tches trippin’
so i had to block her, aye, kick that ho like soccer, aye

[verse]
he don’t want no gun play, that ho wanna f*ck, said, “one day”, ayе
see me, it go both ways, aye, zaza hits, they rotatе, aye
f*ck boy, he a [?], f*ck boy, you got no fame
wit’ you b*tch, i’m sippin’ rose
each time really ball like kobe, aye
end yo’ sh*t like cobain, b*tch, i stay too fresh like colgate, aye
[?], cocaine
b*tch, i’m slammin’ sh*t, hulk hogan
b*tch, i rock all black like a knight
gun on me, bih’, don’t wan’ fight (bee)
i’m up, b*tch, shots they fight (i’m up)
these n*ggas could get knifed, b* b*tch, these n*ggas could get knifed
these n*ggas could get knifed, ho, you cannot be my wife
these hoes want my life, yeah, these lil’ hoes so trif’
y* yes, i got a type, aye, thick hoes what i like, aye
my money tall like tacko, n*gga can catch these sh*lls like taco
b*tch, [?] in my bottle, this b*tch demi my lovato
these n*ggas could get knifed, b* b*tch, these n*ggas could get knifed
these n*ggas could get knifed, ho, you cannot be my wife
jugg that n*gga then i’m gone, i get fly just like a drone
i’m gettin’ in my zone, b*tch, i’m gettin’ in my zone
[chorus]
b*tch, you know i pull up, hit sh*t (hit sh*t)
turn around, we gon’ bl!ck ’em (bl!ck ’em)
turn that boy to chicken
she know i get chicken (she knows)
b*tch, this fit expensive (bee), b*tch, i get it (y* yeah)
yeah, i run up digits, your ho, she tryna f*ck, i’m wit’ it
yeah, b*tch, get it (get it)
ra* racks to the sun
i’m so geeked, i’m on the ceiling
i’m on penicillin (penicillin)
your ho wan’ f*ck for the feeling, ’cause i make a k!llin’, aye
b*tch, i really did it
kick his ass, turn him to chicken
n*ggas sound like b*tches
and these n*ggas b*tches trippin’
so i had to block her, aye, kick that ho like soccer, aye

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