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yerrr - zilla f. baby lyrics

it’s about that time it’s getting grimy you know where the f*ck to find me, in jersey n*gga
my vans and my homies in this b*tch all dirty n*gga
we like it that way
oz been banging g shyne since like back in the day
i love the hood but i’m glad i ain’t stay
probably would’ve went the bad route
your b*tch pulled a geeb and then passed out
baby lungs
we be rolling round the clock, crazy blunts
spliffs and sh*t, bong geebs and all of that
hot box the whip have you crawling back
twogeebs in this b*tch it’s smoke everywhere
places where you scared to go i’m heavy there
zilla ain’t been scared of sh*t
wilding out on thе couch yelling at my therapist
he wasn’t prеpared for this
my brother having trouble making friends, told him f*ck that sh*t
in two years i’m gon have you race a benz we gon run this sh*t
it’s zilla f. you know the name
this n*gga is so insane
bout to flood the market b*tch i hope it rains
tattoos on my body i’m a pro to pain
nothing they can do that can hurt me
the most they do is irk me
get me p*ssed off
if i’m going down i take you with me like chris benoit
my chick is eating quinoa
while you drop forgotten songs
f*ck balenciaga, my b*tch shop at cotton on

the way i’m k!lling this sh*t just isn’t fair
this the zilla magic show making n*ggas disappear
sh*t is weird, running down n*ggas stab em with kitchen wear
i don’t give a f*ck about that sh*t let’s get it clear
n*gga shout out to deandre
i’m drifting in a hyundai
with my future baby mother while i text my next fiancé
zilla and magnum opus, no one is rapping close to
the way that i’m snapping over
these beats that he made
n*gga don’t reach you’ll get sprayed
stabbed in the cheek with a blade
i don’t have any friends, n*gga let’s keep it that way
these b*tches ain’t deep as they say
spiritual for the clout
f*ck em all in they mouth, then i just kick em out
the sh*t i be saying giving suspense
might adopt a white baby and named that n*gga revenge
n*gga i’m out of my mind
i be dropping tapes like i’m running out of my time
once i drop sh*t i got to drop again
role model not for him
i used to sell drugs that would shock your friends
i might rap or i might sing they can’t box me in
zilla f. the craziest
y’all n*ggas the laziest
every tape i make is like a greatest hits
i should make y’all pay for this
but i do it for the culture
tha geeb tape 3, n*gga the wait is over
we here

- zilla f baby lyrics

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