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kite - zotiyac lyrics

[intro]
d*mn ob

[chorus]
put a n*gga up in the sky like a kite
trying to send a message to a n*gga that’s a kite
it just coming off the top, i ain’t even gotta write
if i f*ck the b*tch once, i could f*ck the b*tch twice
if i f*ck the b*tch once, i could f*ck the b*tch twice
three point five and i’m smoking out the fronto
shooters all paid, they smoke a n*gga pr*nto
three*point stance got the b*tch on high toe
four like [?] make the b*tch hit a high note
wanna f*ck with a cutthroat?
pull up in a car that make a n*gga want cut throat
make dat boy slit his wrist
keep on talking my sh*t ’til a n*gga get rich

[verse 1]
they be like they know who it is, but they really don’t know you
known around the globe, boy i rеally ain’t local
i don’t trust b*tches ’cause i really ain’t hopеful
i don’t f*ck with n*ggas ’cause i really ain’t social
i change a n*gga ass like a clerk and then smoke you
i hold it, he folded, we ain’t playing poker (play no poker)
pop out surprise with a piece, i ain’t n0ble
put a f*ck n*gga in a box going postal (in a box)
[verse 2]
put a n*gga up in the sky, on a flight
don’t try to send a message to a n*gga, i don’t type
if i want that boy gone, they gon’ take a n*gga life
he talk like he tough, he got some nerve
[?] but the n*gga ain’t say one word
i ain’t gotta worry [?] the clip on the gun curve
hit mama boy with that heat, get a sunburn
hit a n*gga ass with that glock make his skin burn
told ’em not to play ’round five, but he didn’t learn
she wanna f*ck, but that really ain’t my concern
make a b*tch work for the d*ck, she a intern
make a b*tch work for the d*ck, she a intern
shooter pulled a hit out the van look like big worm
boyz n the hood like that n*gga laurence fishburne
make a n*gga head disappear that’s a hat trick
three hunnid black out, put you on a blacklist
pull around, and then backed out, so d*mn fast, they be like “how he do that?”
thought my car did a backflip

[verse 3]
i’m swerving, i ain’t doing the limit
if 12 get behind me, i’m losing them b*tches
i’m starting to feel like i ain’t lose in a minute
and since i got out, i’m maneuvering different
like f*ck one, i need two of them b*tches
not just one, k!ll a few of them n*ggas
this b*tch love me so much, she come to my crib and start cleaning, i look up she doing the dishes
why you rapping, yeah they be so different
let a rat n*gga get in yo’ bidness
get locked up on the rico conviction
that’s what happen when you posting with snitches
he a gangster, he turned to a witness
you was k!ller, you turned to a b*tch
see the opps and you posted up switches
i don’t feel it, that boy ain’t on sh*t
[chorus]
put a n*gga up in the sky like a kite
trying to send a message to a n*gga that’s a kite
it just coming off the top, i ain’t even gotta write
if i f*ck the b*tch once, i could f*ck the b*tch twice
if i f*ck the b*tch once, i could f*ck the b*tch twice
three point five and i’m smoking out the fronto
shooters all paid, they smoke a n*gga pr*nto
three*point stance got the b*tch on high toe
four like [?] make the b*tch hit a high note
wanna f*ck with a cutthroat?
pull up in a car that make a n*gga want cut throat
make dat boy slit his wrist
keep on talking my sh*t ’til a n*gga get rich

- zotiyac lyrics

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