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blue cheese - zeltzy-poo lyrics

[intro]
(wow, salah, you made this beat?)
what?
haters gon hate
let’s go

i see a hater, i get on my bully (bully)
they hate on me, but they got no money (money)
i got a bad b*tch, and i call her my honey (honey)
i tell that b*tch to step back if she ugly (ugly)
stackin‘ blue cheese, and they know i’m not bummy (d*mn)
he getting rich, i invest in his money (broke)
i smoke this weed, and this really feel lovely
they know i got cash on my body
i’m tryna get rich, i’m like roddy
and i craft like a minecraft lobby
keep a g*n, i ain’t fighting no rocky
and i love when they copying z3ltzy
like, i put a light to his belly
i’m a ninja when i’m moving stealthy (stealthy)
and no this ain’t gon be on a album (album)
add the x in the front of the malcom
i get money from all of the rapping
if she got fat cheeks, i’m clapping
like all of these z3ltzyy haters be capping
when i hop on the beat, they know my moves
only got a few millie’s, let’s how this lasts
2nd verse, better hope that i’m trying
take a perk, i’m in heaven, i’m flying
cup of wocky, this sh*t ain’t no plastic
couple n*ggas don’t know it get tragic
soaked up in the crib, livin’ lavish
and i miss my little brother, he savage
why the f*ck they keep calling me average? (average)
and my momma in jail, gotta bail her (bail her)
remember days i was selling in alleys
in the hood, it get hot like it’s cali
call me 917, i be racky (racky)
i be chilling, smoke green with the family (d*mn)
good at rhyming, deserve me a grammy (grammy)
and the haters wanna hate, so i’m making it fair
100 bands for the n*ggas who share
20 bands for the n*ggas who care
0 bands for the n*ggas who stare
i’m locked in a circle, ain’t nothing but baddies
gotta take one home, but which one can have me?
i know i pull up, they send me the addy
give me top, but i know she ain’t ready
smoke weed, give a f*ck bout a telly
roll up purp and the runtz, get deady
add the cookiez, they matching the fumes
i graduated early, not going to school
try not to get mad, i be keeping my cool
but it’s up with these f*ck b*tches tryna diss
shoot a basket, i know i won’t miss
fill the car up with holes, like it’s swiss
3rd verse and this where it get lit
like, f*ck pistols, i’m toting the sticks
big band on his back, call him rick
putting holes in his belly like ritz
and these punches hit harder than bricks
in the beddy, she l!ck on my d*ck
d*ck got serious flavor like ice
i be chasing the cheese like mice
im a rapper, but don’t get me tight
i see a hater, you know it’s on sight
most of these new rappers stroking they mikes
tryna steal my swag, it leads to a fight
i don’t care if she love me, she just want my life (life life life life)
getting money, this sh*ts alright
i’m a werewolf, only out in the night
audience cheering, cause i’m in the light
they all wanna copy my style
so i’m making a movie like mike
they got lanes, they don’t know the type
downtown, we keeping a pipe
and these n*ggas be tangy, they feel like a orange
stay in the crib, smoke green, this sh*t boring
like, i’m on the court, i do nothing but balling
cop a plea d, cause she tryna hit me
going krunky, no time for the dizzies
in the club, they be throwing them millie’s
she a baddie, she tryna get tippy
waited for the time and it finally came
i don’t talk about struggles, just handle my day
be a shooter, then you gotta train
i don’t inhale the bars, they grey (grey bar)
try to diss, then we giving him pain (real pain)
light b*tch, she got good head game (head game)

- zeltzy poo lyrics

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