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concentrate - zelooperz & quadie diesel lyrics

[verse: quadie diesel & zelooperz]
concentrated psilocybin, baby, i can feel it throbbin’
i feel pill deprived, i don’t feel a ceilin’ on me
fifty thousand off a drug deal [?] came from rappin’
i’ma trap it out just for my children
we need more bowls, warhol’s
all that other cool sh*t that sound good
no scale, eyes closed, b*tch, i weigh an ounce good
“b*tch, i need more,” he said, just ’cause it sound hood
if a b*tch found me on the corner, then she found good
ground still shaky and a p*ssy n*gga lips quiver
make a wish, b*tch n*gga, turn you to a sick n*gga
archive rick, n*gga, still movin’ slap, n*gga
[?] than that bitc* i’m a quick n*gga
[?] after my [?] n*gga
[?] so good, i gotta hit the [?] n*gga
[?] move a [?] work, i should pimp n*ggas
[?] slytherin, b*tch, i gotta squint n*ggas
made a hundred thousand off paint, irs gon’ k!ll me
[?] b*tch, i’m still me
[?] b*tch, that’s my prerogative
ain’t nothin’ free but joe exotic
pull the [?] like some [?], baby girl off e gettin’ erotic
[?] if the p*ssy good, you better [?]
too many b*tches that love me, [?] can’t even pay for [?]
b*tch, you’re only good at suckin’ and f*ckin’, that’s the problem
pullin’ out my glass like hooked on phonics
b*tch rubbin’ on me like i’m fluffy
she pull out the d*ck and make a deposit
baby keep screamin’ out, “daddy, f*ck me”
i looked her in the face and i denied it
grip on me, i don’t walk like that
this not next friday, b*tch, can’t suck my d*ck from the back
yeah, tell a b*tch put in work, put in elbow grease
i wanna smell yo’ queef
i’m smokin’ opps right now, i wanna smell your grief
[?] the ricky and the raf and the [?] on me
i’m runnin’ lights like a cop car
before you pop off, know them bullets touch kids like popstars
b*tch, living legend
still movin’ p’s for my peasants
pee on a p*ssy if he pressin’
b*tch wanna suck d*ck, l!cked on her asscrack
tell her i gotta put on my hazmat
police tried to catch me on the dashcam
*pyoom* on a b*tch like a can*am
[?] smellin’ like fritos
still in the hood like [?]
[?] the trap just like the migos
still livin’ gigantic like [?]
b*tch tryna’ catch me on sneaky link, but i can’t fit in the peephole
rent*a*center, my car got repo’d
[?] only sit down for the cheetos
poppin’ both pills, but he ain’t need those
watch him rock out like a geode
[?]
still stay shady like gazebo
shoutout [?] get faded, crash jeep’s
swoopin’ down at night like a bed bite
you know i gave your bae pipe, but that was last night
i’m talkin’ to my d*ck, “n*gga, act right”
suckin’ on it in the trap house like a crack pipe
that’s what you call a l!ck
playin’ nba street and nba ballin’, b*tch
look at all of this f*ckin’ dope in this apartment
n*ggas know i sell both dope, weed, and the harder sh*t
[?] never f*ckin’ like a chastity
fill the needle with the brown like a cavity
i ball and rap and trap like master p
i’ma stay grounded forever like a casualty
n*ggas tried to run off with the [?]
your main b*tch wanna be down like gravity
dope in the freezer and pounds in the cabinets

- zelooperz quadie diesel lyrics

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