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culture candy – who frontin’ lyrics

[intro: zotiyac]
who frontin’
do somethin’
this gun from the future, hold 200
i am too old to be f-ckin’ wit you youngins
he come for my sh-t, he gon’ lose somethin’
shut the f-ck up a real n-gga is talkin’
they say i’m runnin’, i’m just power walkin’
they gon’ get lost when i get to this joggin’ and
he gon’ get offed if he do get me started

[verse 1: zotiyac]
put a n-gga in a box
ship to the shop, then that n-gga get chopped
my b-tch gon’ finish the job
take the organs, fill the body with rocks
then droppin’ this sh-t
off top of the bridge though
n-gga i don’t box, no klitschko
shootas point up down like disco
stomp sh-t, n-gga we don’t tiptoe

get wet then we bounce like a hippo
two guns and they both feel the same, call them dittos
caught him, he was sleep, leave his brains on a pillow
that trigger be whippin’, i call that my willow
that b-tch from the hood but she really look cuban
i just rolled a wood but it look like a cube in
got it f-cked up if you think we coolin’
they gon’ find out, they don’t think we shootin’
you da type to f-ck wit a b-tch named susan
i ain’t tryna f-ck on no b-tch on brazzers
hoes is just hazards when pockets get fatter
i eat alone, i need plates not a platter
blade in the bladder
changin’ his stature
you see that n-gga get flatter
he wonder why his b-tch -ss gettin’ fatter
that’s just the person you lettin’ me smash her
pimp her out, maybe poke or p-ss her
say she wanna f-ck me, i’m flattered
catch a opp, snap his whole head backwards
big caps, n-gga like madhatter

[interlude: burnkas]
yo it’s burnkas
shoutout zotiyac, shoutout culture candy
y’all already know, free me, free [?]
free tay-k, f-ck the rats, k!ll the opps
f-ck 12 n-gga, imma be out real soon

[verse 2: burnkas]
choppa made him fast like popeyes
come to new york and yo soundcloud might die
you ain’t a plate, you are small fries
n-ggas be food, i [?] on this guy
i hit him, get rid him, and rip him
if you n-ggas wit him, gorillas, we k!ll ’em
n-ggas be p-ssy, i wet him
n-ggas be hungry, i fed him [pause]
if n-ggas want smoke then i smoke ’em
i laugh when i shoot like i’m joker
the blood in his throat got him chokin’
i’m sippin’ redrum as my potion
i walk on the bl–dy -ss ocean
jesus keep savin’ my soul from me
i shoot that 3 like a trilogy
i shoot on n-ggas like baby g

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