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born killer 2 - zotiyac 1 lyrics

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ain’t no one telling me nothing i dont know already i ain’t tryna take yo advice, i been the good guy already but that sh*t got tired real quick now i ain’t playing nice, i am not looking at nothing inside the store if i can’t buy that muhf*cka twice, i might’ve fell for that sh*t in the past you can bet that i won’t trust a muhf*cka twice

verse 1

yup * i tell these n*ggas to die n these b*tches get lost , im getting sick of this sh*t and im sipping on medicine tryna get rid of this cough, lil n*gga you are not a factor we ain’t worried bout ya we tryna get rid of the boss
im chiefin im feelin like patrick throw one bullet at you and then i get rid of the ball
n*gga dont hop in this field cuz you finna get blitzed, you can’t be waiting for me to fall off if you is then i promise you finna get p*ssed
they be like yac where you going dont hop in that car boy you sipping a dangerous mix
my n*gga peeped in the back seen the pigs i ain’t worried bout that cuz im sw*ngin this b*tch (sw*ngin this b*tch)
yup * im doing 120 im on 215, i seen a whole lot of sh*t you ask if the police ask me i ain’t seen a thing, boy i got a sub on me right now teach yo ass something * drop that boy in a lake like marine, lil n*gga caught all the led innit ? mop with the baldheads in it b*tch it’s mr. clean

n*gga hop back in the stu and go try again that sh*t you kicking it ain’t nothing new, n*ggas be talking a lot but please tell me do you think a n*gga can do what i do?

nope * you never been on this level my n*gga you late, i feel so sorry for all these rap n*ggas you just want somebody to tell you you great, these n*ggas dont need no guns boy i promise they just need somebody to tell em they safe, fore i go overboard with the bullsh*t boy im gon need somebody to tell me to wait, wait
“yac hold the f*ck up these n*ggas dont hear what you sayin”
sh*t it dont matter to me its just rapping to me long as these n*ggas know i ain’t playin, n*ggas be acting like haters but really the boy just disguising his self as a fan, 30 on me like the size of my belt on the side of my belt * pull that muhf*cka “blam!”

(hook repeats)

verse 2

n*gga get back on yo grind get the f*ck off my d*ck, i gotta pour up a line every time that i hear one of these n*ggas just dropped some new sh*t, im finna roll up a wood and im taking a hit every time that i make a new hit, boy by the end of this session im finna be out of my body im high than a b*tch
ain’t no one telling me nothing i dont know already i already know what you know
dont even think think about asking before you approach me you already know it was no
if you not having that sh*t dont even look at that sh*t boy dont even get close to the store
n*gga run up on me he gon see all of this fire like when you get close to the smoke, yup
or get yo ass popped like when you get too close to the pope, n*gga im running this rap royal rumble i throw any n*gga up over the rope
murda mo murda im murdering murder its back to the point we dont know what she wrote, got mfs telling me that i be taking this sh*t way too far i dont know where to go

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