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j.zarati - 1930 (military time) lyrics

i tell them folks to get out my face i don’t like talking to people hold my weapon when i come around because i know they don’t like me either put bread on him knock out his dome got people keep calling my phone we move on military time 1930 i’m holding my chrome

shawty gone off the cosamigos want a brick i can call up my migos middle man i see you through the peephole i wouldn’t f+ck with the gang it get lethal might put on dolce and gabbana just run to the bank when i pull out a hunna we didn’t have it could barely survive now i’m taking care of my mama all the stressing ain’t making it better my bank inside of me f+cking the teller i get fly as bird i’m putting it on she get wet so i tell her to spread’em brand new hoe hit me up never heard of you say she f+ck with my music oh i do too all this sh+t come in natural no autotune got these folks going crazy like looney tunes

i’m the young nîgga that started i got this sh+t popping i got these folk’s watching i’ll do what i want and i wear when i want for no reason i got on two watches i’m smoking them cookies i’m smoking p+sschoti get high and i feel like a pilot yeah i like what we do we be f+cking whenever be quiet not telling n0body i go to the moon and i come back i’ll put in my trust in his compact if you leave out my life do not come back wanna boss up on n+ggas i love that you are lame you’ll be asking where hugs that i’m in the hood we’re all of the thugs at all the sh+t that you talking i swear we don did that spin on his block and he ain’t get no get back

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