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revenge porn - zé taylor lyrics

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[verse 1]
i don’t need designer for this drip i’m ’bout to cause
always shop online ’cause i don’t like to go to malls
if i did, then i would probably run into an ex
then i’d have to hear about how they missin’ my s*x
’cause my d*ck good
ain’t no genie ’round, but man, i wish a b*tch would
cop a pack and roll it all up in a backwood
main goal buy a crib out in california like i’m james woods
actin’ out of line, i be out of reach
call a n*gga line, you gon’ get the beep

[chorus]
i don’t answer calls, i don’t like to speak
if i do, you know a n*gga’s gettin’ deep
ex*shawty said that he gon’ leak the tape, haha
well, b*tch, i’m livin’ good, and i was lookin’ great

[verse 2]
i tend to get the check and no, it’s never late
i tend to want the p*ssy after dinner dates
i tend to hear the words, “d*mn, that sh*t was great”
i tend to get online and watch these n*ggas hate
’cause i love it when these sorry n*ggas take my bait
i can’t help it that these women want a n*gga straight
she told me she could probably change a n*gga fate
she tryna force me to eat the cake like i’m anna mae
[chorus]
i don’t answer calls, i don’t like to speak
if i do, you know a n*gga’s gettin’ deep
ex*shawty said that he gon’ leak the tape, haha
well, b*tch, i’m livin’ good, and i was lookin’

[verse 3]
i’m a bad n*gga, big d*ck, small figure
bag*getter, big dreams, long figures
long nights, long calls with my main hitter
tryna calm a n*gga down, so i’m not a quitter
i’m explainin’ the feelin’ of cravin’ and wantin’ some more
complainin’ and cryin’ and watchin’ ’em slammin’ the door
dreams of tours and dreams of countless awards
fears of coke and l*st and hollywood wh0res

[chorus]
i don’t answer calls, i don’t like to speak
if i do, you know a n*gga’s gettin’ deep
ex*shawty said that he gon’ leak the tape (leak it, n*gga, leak it)
well, b*tch, i’m livin’ good, and i was lookin’ great
(b*tch, i’m livin’ good and i was lookin’ great)
(1*800, i don’t give a f*ck, n*gga)

[verse 4]
i’m escapin’ this like el chapo, yeah
give me cheese like nachos
dinero, the guapo
why the f*ck you call the cops, though? yeah
different background, treatin’ me like they gestapos
took it good, i’m yellin’ bravo, yeah
i could get you high with no flyin’ like kakapo
keep the family close, mama say that that’s the motto, uh
shawty is a saint, met him out in west chicago, uh
face ten, plus that body shaped just like a model, yeah
said that you a singer, baby, hit me with vibrato, yeah
just for you, i had to cop that extra avocado, yeah
love to hit it rough, then i watch you as you waddle, yeah
waddle, yeah, waddle, yeah
waddle, yeah, waddle, yeah (1*800, i don’t give a f*ck, n*gga)

- ze taylor lyrics

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