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catch me - zvko lyrics

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wanna fade outside where they catch me

i stay running to them bands like a athlete

n*ggas mad cuz i’m popping like it’s acne

you got p*ssy in yo blood go get a maxi

haters in my neighborhood

feeling like i’m master p

nowadays i’m living good

no need to feel bad for me

paper chasing as i should

tryna fill my bag with with gs

ex b*tch blowing up my phone tryna come back to me

she said ain’t n0body like me

i ain’t looking for no clone
talking bout she miss me

b*tch that sh*t is dead and gone

always tryna talk to me b*tch stop blowing up my phone

finna call you biggie ’cause yo hoe ass know you dead wrong

back then you ain’t wanna nothing to do wit me you sick as sh*t

now i got my paper up my name is up i’m too legit

why don’t you go talk to my replacеment you been f*ckin wit

took a lot of losses, but you? i ain’t gone nеver miss

they like zvko why you switch on us?

all that bread you making you ain’t never split wit us

cuz then days that i was with y’all and i gave a f*ck

you wasn’t in my corner you was tryna drag me through the mud

f*ck all that fake sh*t
y’all n*ggas ain’t sh*t

you living so basic

while i’m out paper chasing

cutting n*ggas off like a machete, b*tch i’m jason

tryna jump the ship too early you should’ve been patient

now you out here drowning while i’m out here getting to the guap

tryna count this fetty while yo b*tch she giving me the wap

do this for my fans and the fam i can never stop

haters keep stalking can’t wait to see a n*gga flop

n*ggas told me rap like him and her i think outside da box

soon it’s gone be every eye on me b*tch i feel like i’m pac

all the ogs say it’s lonely when you hit the top

but i’m just gone go crazy till i’m old or till my heart stop
wanna fade outside where they catch me

i stay running to them bands like a athlete

n*ggas mad cuz i’m popping like it’s acne

you got p*ssy in yo blood go get a maxi

haters in my neighborhood

feeling like i’m master p

nowadays i’m living good

no need to feel bad for me

paper chasing as i should

tryna fill my bag with with gs

ex b*tch blowing up my phone tryna come back to me

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