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cocaine freestyle - zuzie lyrics

[verse]
b*tch, i’m on cocaine, b*tch, i’m off vikes
i’m a sl*t, b*tch, but i dress like a dyk*
i don’t give a f*ck, b*tch, that’s what i like
and i’m still riding beats like i hopped on a bike
and i’m still riding methods ’til the b*tch don’t work
i’ll suck a whole d*mn d*ck for a perc
b*tch, i’m in court mean mugging the clerk
i be outside, you be watching young turks
and i really don’t get how a hoe be hating
big zuzie chain with the white gold plating
i was never married to him, we were just dating
’til he starting tryna do me like a play thing
i admit, yeah, it broke my heart
but a b*tch came back, yeah, i rode my star
then i made 6 bands while a b*tch was off hard
and i mean blow, b*tch, i don’t mean tar
rate going up, now i’m tryna charge 20
they/them b*tch, go and run me the money
they really f*cked up thinking i was a bunny
yeah, i pull up to the show like torn*up bummy
like i rolled out of bed, gave my man head
hit the goose quick, you be duckin’ instead
cheap ass b*tch, put a buck on your head
and the crazy hoes love me, so you will be dead
man, these boys so dess, tryna start mess
tryna squeeze two tiny a*cup br**sts
tryna feel b*tt, that’s why i can’t wear a dress
if i throat one time, then it get him obsessed
and i must confess, your girl still wylin’
i’ll watch a b*tch die while i’m smiling
two fuzzy boots and a hat, now i’m styling
they ain’t even know i’m violent
beat a hoe up like she was the kick drum
big zuzie, never playing the victim
saw him on the floor, knocked out, still kicked him
if we got the pitbulls then i sick them
hard b*tch, i should be in the cartell
left that hoe looking like pia martell
keep the engineer looking like a fart smell
keep my bedroom looking like a yard sale

- zuzie lyrics

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