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'till i collapse - zanzo lyrics

[intro]
yah, ehi
i go on ’till i collapse boy
that’s how we do it (ye for real no cap)
ehi, yah
yah, ehi, yah

[chorus]
smoke on that gas (yah, yah, smoke on that gas)
always ready with the strap
i go on ’till i collapse
getting mad with the stacks
them pockets are full, reaching the max
me and my homies go mad
me and my homies go blast
smoke on that gas
always ready with the strap
i go on ’till i collapse
getting mad with the stacks
them pockets are full, reaching the max
me and my homies go mad
me and my homies go blast

[verse 1]
on my way to fly on the top
these p*ssy b*tches wanna cut out my wings
when they touch me they gonna feel all the stings
always k!ll all these ops
them shiny on my crown
ain’t no see no competition around
you look like a clown
don’t even go try to touch all these pounds
they watching like feds now (they wacthing like feds for real)
you ready your sprint
trying to get on those legs
we eliminate all the threats
we getting no snitches
this smoke is so hard, had to keep on my lens

[pre*chorus]
blast it out
blast it out
we always hit with the club
they hear on my name
they gon’ shout it out
cut it out
cut it out
you say you famous
i don’t really hear your name
that p*ssy k!lla gonna make me doubt

[chorus]
smoke on that gas
always ready with the strap
i go on ’till i collapse
getting mad with the stacks
them pockets are full, reaching the max
me and my homies go mad
me and my homies go blast
smoke on that gas (ehi, ehi)
always ready with the strap
i go on ’till i collapse
getting mad with the stacks
them pockets are full, reaching the max
me and my homies go mad
me and my homies go blast

[verse 2]
i really don’t stop getting all of them hundreds
got all this ice on my chain
my gang going out
running like gunners
your mens are all runners (your mens are all f*cking runners boy)
they got all those straps
they only are pointers
these b*tches comin’ for clout (they comin’ only for clout)
i know your p*ssy is already wet
don’t try to call out
hitting that b*tch (hitting that b*tch, f*cking hard boy)
finna go pump
hit her real bad, then act like i don’t know about (yah)

[bridge 1]
blast it out
blast it out
we always hit with the club
they hear on my name
they gon’ shout it out
cut it out
cut it out
you say you famous
i don’t really hear your name
that p*ssy k!lla gonna make me doubt yah

[bridge 2]
he is going to regret
he tryna forget
don’t wanna pay the debt
we gonna make him sweat

- zanzo lyrics

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