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b.a badd - zimmerman lyrics

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yo, i said i gotta get this money
f+ck slowin’ up, cell phone cl!ckin
it’s like it’s blowin’ up
left wrist sickenin’
it’s like it’s throwin’ up
left wrist sickening
i got him throwin’ up
i gotta get this money

yo, i said i gotta get this money gotta get these benjamins
unk hit the dope, started dancin’ like he timbaland

somebody caught a body, i’m wishin’ it was zimmerman
white man dividers got us warrin’ like the indians
i tomahawk the dope, then i mix it with the vitamins

slide through the strip, and i play it like a violin
aim for the window, hit everyone you ridin’ with
don’t care if you was innocent bе careful who you ridin’ with

cointel on my back, i’m lookin’ like i’m modеlin’
moor knowledge learned, got me movin’ like i’m sovereign
gotta get them dollars in, ebe we all on
put it on a plate, then i eat until it’s all gone

tender d+ck n+gga, had the nerve to call the guard phone
i told him she the homie, even though we callin’ jawbone
i never met the plug, but know some middlemen
they got the prices so cheap, you would thought
they brought them in

got some homies fightin’ cases, prayin’ they get under 10
if you ain’t got enough of that, then tell me what you tryin’ to spend

i’ll give you that, now bring that back, don’t worry about what i tax on it
what i make is my business, just worry about what you stack from it

started movin’, then i hit a wall, i turned to put my back on it
seen what took me off my grind, and then i got right back on it

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