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lets go - zakzos lyrics

let’s go we know
that we finna make it
gotta bring our f*cking families up need that payment
full throttle hand on a bottle burt rubber on the pavement
hope i don’t die but that’s the price you pay when you start racing
better see me serving in that foreign going ape sh*t
k!lling all my enemies score always erasing
always in first never get stopped it’s my f*cking favorite
so close to popping off motherf*ckers can almost taste it
but let me just say i’m moving way to motherf*cking fast
doing these lines all the time i need to relax
heart is open left with a gash
feeling deep wounds from the motherf*cking past
say i’m in first but it’s feels like last
sig on me gonna hunt your ass
smoke that boy not talking to ash
shoot my shot they call me nash
listening to me i’m disgusting
but your b*tch say that it’s bussing
g*ngb*ngers hear this and love it
ate the beat just like a munchkin
i take time to get my punch in
on my lyrics they’ve been slumping
to my flows they’ve been jumping
they don’t know me make assumptions
f*ck the fake sh*t hate corruption
tryna work where i don’t have to punch in
(woah)
that’s some real sh*t not tryna be where i was before
singing these songs to numb the pain on the low
gerber on me finna cut your fade
slice up your face any day
steel don’t really f*cking play
punching sh*t like melee
i don’t really f*cking play around
need drugs just to compensate
took this new b*tch on a date
then i told her i need some sp*ce
see i’m disgusting
all these b*tches they been fussing
it’s thanksgiving time of loving
sorry for being late i’m still coming tho
getting high eat a plate an smoke another bowl
i’ll smoke until you f*cking fold
go ahead and roll another
towels on the door will keep it covered
feeling sl!ck think we undercover
you smoke gas that make you stutter
you smoke dabs that look like b*tter
i got diamonds big ass cl*ster
that sh*t come from my brother
wouldn’t trade shea for another
getting money yeah he a hustler
he from boston but ima buster
yall be sweet i call yall custard
y’all getting dusty in the cupboard
pull up with a gun i k!ll whoever
k!lled a buster over vendetta
ain’t no rat but i like cheddar
gerber on me finna cut yo head
see you disgusting
choppa on me b*tch been busting
vodka on me no russian
if im moving b*tch im stumbling
so move out my way
i’ve been rocking out with soldiers
we gon hit you with the k
i’ve been moving with some pill poppers
getting high so memories fade
i’ve been working with some real rockers
making tunes that last for days
my ex was the deal breaker
so i took b*tch away
clip got as many rounds as your age
f*ck talking no need for exchange
watching the blood come out your brain
locked up because of all these chains
wanna have sh*t yall can’t obtain
you can thank that b*tch she’s the one to blame
that’s the only thing she can f*cking claim

- zakzos lyrics

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