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cyta zoan - arcade lyrics

[hook: andres] (x2)
smoking every week
smoking that gas (ok)
i don’t give a f+ck
you still give a f+ck

[verse: cyta zoan]
tearing up the track like a tornado
n+ggas with the gold, i’m a arcader
i don’t give a f+ck about sar paluh
f+ck a fake blonde like bart baker
n+ggas wanna play don’t look like
got these fishy n+ggas sticking to the hook like
yeah, i got these p+ssy n+ggas f+ckin shook like
“just to clarify, you good, right?”
i drop a f+ck n+gga like a hood fight
choppin up the track, i’m a cook like
it’s good right? aight
bull stop, i’m the man full stop
trigger finger itchy if my name getting dropped
i’m anonymous, no mask if i go in
i don’t pray to god if i’m faithful in the sin
that’s fine wit me, white girls like astrology
so i play it like i’m f+ckin with their star sign
only workin part+time, full+time mp3s
i’m wit a b+tch, watching mtv
’cause she heard i like music, white girls useless
white b+tches wishing they was black woah vicky
blunt so sticky, hand on the bl!cky
if she reach for the wallet, tell a hoe ‘stop it’
no gold watch but my time stay golden
i ain’t never waste it on a b+tch ‘less she buying me a trojan
cyta so motherf+cking cold that he’s boasting, better stay posted
n+ggas throwing o’s in you know i get serious
’cause i’m really bout the green like elon musk
all these n+ggas talk sports, never gave a f+ck
d+mn, switching banks, you predictable
f+cking wit my account, it’s time to get physical
when we count the amount, it’s sorta like a ritual
keep the big talk at a minimal
gauge on my gun, i might hit you with the critical, b+tch
i feel like i been at a low point, hit ’em with the hi
haters moving quick boy, i’m moving side+to+side
runners go long but the barrel stay wide
tryna bring it up, make these n+ggas go high
fire in my cup, yeah, i sip it when i’m tired
tab on my tongue, i’ma take it for a ride
stock is on the low, i’ma hit it with the buy, d+mn
[hook: andres] (x2)
smoking every week
smoking that gas (ok)
i don’t give a f+ck
you still give a f+ck

- cyta zoan lyrics

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