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tempo 2 - zai lyrics

(verse 1: zai)

(discord, oh!)
he wanna talk my sh*t, okay? (yuh, okay, okay)
i got h*lla diamonds i ain’t trippin’ ’boutta brick, okay? (yuh, okay, okay)
she come to the crib, that’s some sh*t that i can’t miss
i go stupid on this sh*t, ain’t no hooper when i shoot
money go blue into this zipped
pant pocket, ksubi jeans n*gga walk like he got drip
bands droppin’ these some g’s (yeah), not some pocket money, b*tch

i’m like what you doin’, who you gon’ shoot?
talkin’ crazy man its finna be you
i put a n*gga life up on my tooth

ay, n*gga on d*ck put his ass down
eat the bullet like a puto
n*gga a puta, might knock out his tooth
got a stick in my hand b*tch, i move like a russo
223 on my waist i might f*ck up the booth
its a good oppurtune to go poof (em)
too much pain for a n*gga to trip over coupes
all these n*gga be ru* (disconnect)

(hook: zai)
big racks in my city, uh
help mе count these fifties, uh
pockеts big like biggy, uh
(why are you so silly, huh?)

yo’ sh*t sound so icky, i been makin bread with peeps
man yo’ situation sticky, think yo’ girl gon’ need my grease

(verse 2: lyfelxss)

thousand dollar ‘vestments got me flying out to greece (on god)
you can see my lenses even when i go to sleep (what?)
the way she be talking, she must wanna be in my sheets
pistol get to pack*a*punching, ’cause it put that boy to sleep, ha
he don’t got a job, man that boy is freelancing (he broke)
b*tch, he from the underground let’s call up steve hanson (ha*ha)
we gon’ call him fake, cuz he switched up for a mansion
man he act like fantano, cause he always ranting (yuh)
man he pulled up and he folded quick, i got a glock with a loaded bl!ck
i switch up the song i noticed it, she wanna talk, i know this sh*t
all y’all n*ggas be rookies, shawty wan’ slide through, she givin’ cookie
yeah, she giving the cookie
most of y’all thought they would never push me
i’m breaking the charts, number 1 rookie
most of y’all n*ggas, prolly mistook me (lyfelxss)
for some lame n*ggas, we are not the same n*gga
f*ck what you claim n*gga, we gon’ send the same hitters
you gon’ find out all the reasons why they call him brain splitter
man i’m running through their place like it’s crash bandicoot
why you claiming they yo homies when they quick to abandon you?
you was overlooking me but like… who is you?
and my brothers quick to k!ll yeah they put you on that news
shawty come up in my bed make her sing it like halsey
man you think you beating us? man you popped a molly
all i do is talk sh*t that’s my favorite hobby
this is ‘tempo’ f*cking 2 this the new topic
(verse 3: zai)

new topic, i’m at the mall my shorty shoppin’
check my watchlist, caught that n*gga on my page he stalkin’
n*gga this is ‘tempo 2’
i’m posted up in the endzone
we is not friends though, we get the memo dude
liffy pullin’ up we take yo’ loot

i’m posted outside with shootas
try yo best not to get* to get*
i’m posted outside with shootas
try yo best not to get (boom)

n*gga this a duo, we could give a f*ck about yo’ track
he got hoes on yubo, do like rosa parks get to the back

(back*and*forth: zai & lyfelxss)

i feel like bktherula, uh (i feel like bk)
i keep my muhf*ckin’ tool up, uh
none of yall n*ggas can pull up
most of y’all internet shooters (on god)
i like sosa, i’m big shoota, i think that might suit ya’
choppa hit his upper body, hit him in medula (huh)
you so doomed, n*gga
you a coon, n*gga
caught you in your room n*gga
you was up on zoom, n*gga
i make verses on my break
it’s a band i made today
hop up on the flp my n*ggas always here to stay

- zai lyrics

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