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ransom (givenchy ii) - zqnnex lyrics

step in the scene, big bands, call it ransom
pull up with the .40, lil’ b*tch put your hands up
choppa finna flash like a mo’f*ckin’ camera
f*ck around and hit lil brodie with the hammer
shorty wanna f*ck because she see me in givenchy
smokin’ h*lla bodies, when we spin, we droppin’ plenty
red haired b*tch, but her name was never wendy
b*tch she see the money, now she f*ckin’ with me heavy

yuh, i put him in the indica
the choppa spittin’ now
spinnin’ in a benzo, we send him to oblivion
punk ass b*tch, better watch the f*ckin’ dissin now
shorty see the bread and now she say a n*gga been enough
smoked up, i’m countin’ up my paper, been finessing
brodie hit you with the laser, he be leavin’ people stressin’
and the b*tch fanned out, got her all up in my mentions
if you talkin’ h*lla crazy, brodie beat him with the wesson

aye
lil’ b*tch i got it calculated
smokin’ me a j straight to the face, it got me out of it
like where the f*ck yo homie, he been dead because we packin’ him
lil’ b*tch i’m bout the smoke, bro got the smoke, and brodie trappin’ it
and packin’ it
if cuzzo want an ounce, we servin’ feens in here
and if you throwin‘ 3 we throwin’ 30 just to even it
i know some n*ggas crip, i know some n*ggas who be bleedin’ sh*t
i hit him with the poke, i twist the knife, the cut is deepening
they like “zanny where the cowbells, i thought this was a phonk song”
you n*ggas is some clones, i’ma tell lil’ brodie hop off
i met a thot b*tch, and she tryna take her thong off
i pop out to the strip, the choppa take a n*gga’s top off
pop off
lil’ shorty half a xan and get to buggin’ out
the chop is a grass hopping stick, the way it jumpin’ now
sprite is h*lla dirty, we ain’t sippin’ robitussin now
p*ssy talkin’ tough until the choppa get to gunning down

- zqnnex lyrics

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