a year ago - zoo quawn lyrics
i remember that i was broke, that’s was a year ago, i ain’t going back again
my n*ggas don’t play by the rules, you come up short, on gang we after them
n*gga we don’t need no stylist, we profiling bad b*tches from the islands
big body benz , beep beep, ina big truck like uncle willie
this gas on me and this tank on e
got my foot on the gas for my b*tch leave me
i ain’t worried bout a b*tch i rather chase a bag
i’m just speedin to the money i just pray i don’t crash
my momma say slow down you living too fast
we was down bad but i promise we won’t go back
i remember that i was broke, that’s was a year ago, i ain’t going back again
my n*ggas don’t play by the rules, you come up short, on gang we after them
n*gga we don’t need no stylist, we profiling bad b*tches from the islands
money all on me i’m feeling crowded, really know the plug never need a outlet
zoo quawn
money gon keep comin, brinks truck
momma said i’m moving too fast
big booty b*tches keep callin my phone
won’t leave me alone, they tryna link up i ain’t tryna cake up
bae i ain’t cheating on ya, they just hittin me up
now you actin up
now you actin all funny, can’t get my mind off the money
back then when i was broke you wasn’t actin like dis
matter of fact yeah you left me with sh*t
now i’m back up, big dawg, crossing n*ggas out, chris paul
big crosses on me, big god
you couldn’t hear me back then but you see me now
you ain’t feel me back then but you feel me now
i’m coming all out, with racks all out
me and freak goin up, can’t keep tabs on us
might never go gold, i ain’t selling my soul
ion want these b*tches, i just want these millions
i just wanna be the one to take care of my grandma children
and stack these millions for my great grandchildren
i hear these n*ggas poppin big cap
tryna put on for these hoes, for what
if i see it i want i get it, run it back cause i know these n*ggas ain’t listening cause
i remember that i was broke, that’s was a year ago, i ain’t going back again
my n*ggas don’t play by the rules, you come up short, on gang we after them
n*gga we don’t need no stylist, we profiling bad b*tches from the islands
big body benz, beep beep, in a big truck like uncle willie
this gas on me and this tank on e
got my foot on the gas for my b*tch leave me
i ain’t worried bout a b*tch i rather chase a bag
i’m just speedin to the money i just pray i don’t crash
my momma say slow down you living too fast
we was down bad but i promise we won’t go back
93’freak
i hit her one time and then you can get yo hoe back
i’ma big dawg but n*gga i ain’t kojak
all i want is dead pres nickname me toe tag
coming off the top n*gga didn’t say no cap
n*gga got b*tch ways might get b*tch slapped
b*tch in the back of the whip no kidnap
all i know is cream n*gga where is the fetti
came thru smashing like my name richard petty
put it on the line n*gga yeah we can bet it
if a n*gga move wrong n*gga where is the medic
my n*ggas the realest yeah n*gga i said it
been thru some hard times n*gga i can’t forget it
i’ll do this sh*t again n*gga never regret it
now cash on demand n*gga i can’t do credit
all i know is win promise myself i will not lose again
and if she choose to leave, then f*ck that b*tch she’ll never choose again
i really don’t need no stylist too much money i’m start to feel crowded
even before the pandemic a n*gga couldn’t touch me
really got my own wave bout to kop a jet ski
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