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talk to the dead - zotiyac 1 lyrics

tell this b*tch quit callin my phone
boy i got a big ass glock in my jeans if he f*ck wit me just like my freestyle off with his dome * off with his head
f*ck n*gga talkin bout some he “in his zone” now he all in the red
only talk with the led, f*ck all that yappin a n*gga get wacked he can talk to the dead
boy my n*ggas’ll shred

foe nem shoot this b*tch up and then leave like a deadbeat
ain’t no callin no truce boy u in this sh*t waist deep
m*th*f*ck by the arm boy this sh*t in my waist reach
with a scope right in front of yo ass just like saycheese

ridin with the arp with 223s in it make a b*tch n*gga take these
u know that that b*tch dont skate but she leavin with scr*ped knees
when i had scr*ped off the piece they tried to investigate me

lvpd pull me over we out shooting that video for “carmelo”
my brodie too real he tried takin the charge let em go they still took me to jail tho
and thats when i still was on papers i coulda been out way quicker i ain’t have no bail tho
and it ain’t nun good bout that sh*t, but i never read more books than i did in that cell tho
why a n*gga just sit in that b*tch, and you can look see the whole world through a small ass window?
man these n*ggas dont really be on sh*t
and shout out my n*gga up in 5b beat up the co
i seen a f*ckboy get stretched for thinkin he deebo * the boy get stepped on i be with them steppers like memo
score on a peon ass n*gga with the evo
now they tryna find em like the f*ckin remote * just find off white bottoms sitting in the street tho * with a bb simon belt wrapped round his throat
yea these n*ggas be droppin the ball i dont choke tell yo b*tch get my b*lls out her mouth she chokin
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- zotiyac 1 lyrics

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