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right out - zaeanarky lyrics

[chorus * zae]
n*ggas talk sh*t so i air the block right out, this b*tch a snitch, my 30 on sight now, i’m getting ww might black out, p*ssy on smack down, just like lil kapow, i’m getting money, my money all fat now. i load the thirty, that sh*t on sight now, my money all dirty, gotta clean it right now. 666 a cult not a f*cking gang pal

[verse 1 * zae]
taking your life, i know where you at now. i ride around bh, i’m looking for more, take out a n*gga while he in the store,the cctv, it recorded in noir, sipping lean because i am bored. 666 so gotta so i gotta start a clique, then load up my clip, me and my n*ggas we pull up sticks, we beat yo ass, wait for a b*tch, then the snap a pic. i crash then i flip, war war war, i go steal your b*tch, you not with the sh*ts, so hold on n*gga, take a step back, ain’t playing with this, don’t think that i won’t k!ll you, but b*tch i pull up, extendo’ round clips we gon’ drill you

[chorus * zae]
n*ggas talk sh*t i air the block right out, this b*tch a snitch, my 30 on sight now, i’m getting ww might black out, p*ssy on smack down, just like lil kapow, i’m getting money, the money all fat now. i load the thirty, that sh*t on sight now, money all dirty, gotta clean it right now. 666 a cult not a f*cking gang pal

[verse 2 * zae]
i’m taking your life, i know where you at, i pull up b*tch put a bullet in your back, everybody told sh*t hold on, uh, i wipe you off the map, that’s not a fact, i ain’t playin’, n*ggas they slayin’, start my name with a crossed out z then i grab the f*ckin’ knife and make your ass bleed n*ggas talk sh*t but they ain’t with me

[verse 3 * cj suprxme]
you can test me on a track
but i’m still making racks
if you messing with the bullets
then you’re messing with the pack
don’t like it when a p*ssy boy test me
don’t like it when a f*ck boy pests me
but i like it when your thottie say “yes please”
and i like it when she suck on my (woah woah woah woah)
like a p*ssy you get creamed and i ain’t talkin bout no soda
all your ex’s on my d*ck they call me chief sosa
you all heard “the serpent” but my old name was the kobra
and i’m handing out these bullets like my name was f*cking oprah
i can see you lurking on my page still, b*tch you a fan
copy all my flows b*tch like you was dirty dan
you thought you could get away 4 hours till i land
and i’ll rearrange his body, dodge these bullets if you can

- zaeanarky lyrics

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