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davxn2virall - nomozaza lyrics

part 1

[intro]
i’m tryna hold my composure for these p+ssy ass n+ggas

[chorus]
yeah, oh if it’s a problem i’m droppin’ my mask
in the field do a sk!ll wit’ my stick, that’s a tag
face a blunt to myself, high as h+ll on my ass
i ain’t shootin’ the sky, i ain’t shootin’ the grass
catch a opp, if he run he get shot in his back
got a lil’ shotgun, he ain’t know it was taxed
smokin’ za on the block wit’ k!llers in the back

[verse]
skinny jeans with the racks, now it look like i’m fat
brought the stick in my jeans, she keep lookin’ at that
got the stick in my jeans, if he play he get whacked
if you find where they at make some shots spin back
k!llers stay in the streets, man these n+ggas like cats
p+ssy stayin’ at homе like these n+ggas is dogs
if i’m smokin’ on fyе i just roll me a log
yeah i’m smokin’ on fye, just roll me some za
i can’t go on that block, it’s some shots gettin’ hot
me and cuz keep the sticks so we won’t call the cops
oh if it’s a problem say less, i’m gon’ pop
oh if it’s a problem say less, drop the mag
we gon’ slide with that stick, break a opp like glass
we gon’ slide with that stick, break a opp like weed
why the f+ck is n+ggas tryna be like me?
i ain’t got no more za ’cause i smoked all my weed
[chorus]
yeah, oh if it’s a problem i’m droppin’ my mask
in the field do a sk!ll wit’ my stick, that’s a tag
face a blunt to myself, high as h+ll on my ass
i ain’t shootin’ the sky, i ain’t shootin’ the grass
catch a opp, if he run he get shot in his back
got a lil’ shotgun, he ain’t know it was taxed
smokin’ za on the block wit’ k!llers in the back

part 2

[verse]
yeah, smokin’ za, i’m with the k!llers in the back
n+gga that’s facts
if he try and slide b+tch i got thirty on my lap
and it’s gon’ smack
i take his sh+t, he callin’ for it back
this n+gga smokin’ crack
i’m in the trap, i’m smokin’ thrax
why you n+ggas smokin’ blacks?
oh that’s yo’ main b+tch
then why this lil’ ho face up on my lap
i brought the g+lock in the function
just in case they tryna pack
i hopped up on this b+tch
like i ain’t tryna sing, i’m tryna rap
i hopped up on this b+tch
like i ain’t tryna sing, i’m tryna rap
can’t spend my money no more
b+tch i’m in the trap, i’m tryna stack
don’t try to push up in that lil’ whip
we leavin’ tires flat
boy talkin’ crazy on the net
don’t you know n+ggas die for that?
talkin’ crazy on the net
just know you gettin’ k!lled for that
you talkin’ crazy on my woe
just know you gettin’ spilled for that
i smacked thirty in this gl!ck
and i’m gon’ let this b+tch smack
don’t think it’s sweet around this b+tch
because we causin’ heart attacks

- davxn2virall lyrics

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