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metro zu - the seminar lyrics

[intro: gizmo]
yo, what the f-ck is up
it’s motherf-ckin’ gizmo in this m-th-f-cka
it’s m-th-f-ckin’ kushpak 2, b-tch
yeah, you know the m-th-f-ckin’ sh-t
you know my b-lls are in your b-tch’s mouth right now
yeah, slurp that sh-t b-tch
5 point platinum in this mothaf-cka
bring these f-ckas to the m-th-f-ckin’ top, sh-t

[hook: ruben slikk]
at my ye dade county where we move the ‘caine
young black n-gg- livin’ in a movie, mane
all the hoes wanna bop and suck the d-ck
(suck that d-ck, shawty) ’cause a n-gg- be mackin’ in public
at my ye dade county where we move the ‘caine
young black n-gg- livin’ in a movie, mane
all the hoes wanna bop and suck the d-ck
(suck that d-ck, shawty) ’cause a n-gg- be mackin’ in public

[verse 1: lofty305]
lofty on the track
yeah a n-gg- mac
yeah a n-gg- rap
gotta stay tech
more fresh than a fat
nutted from a sack of that og kush, yeah a n-gg- had that
then i got pure, said f-ck that
now we got your
b-tch on my lap
i’m all ears and the b-tch love that
genie in the lamp, yeah n-gg- rub that
nowadays lofty livin’ lovely
basehead cap fit so snugly
shake her for the bank even if she ugly
but it don’t hit her man, a n-gg- runnin’
f-ckin’ with a wealthy princess
next day, mushrooms are ingest
lofty got hoes so impressed
steady captivating your mistress

[verse 2: ruben slikk]
it’s me and my n-gg-s stackin’ the paper to the ceiling
the dro that we smokin’ is so potent, it’s so delicious
the b-tches we gettin’ is bad b-tches and they vicious
when they suck on a n-gg- d-ck and get a n-gg- some digits
see, most of my n-gg-s trappin’, bangin’, slangin’ and pimpin’
i f-ck with my n-gg-s, ’cause we the same, there ain’t no difference
we in love with the money, sittin’ beggin’ for some repentance
got the pistol so white, and we pullin’ licks it’s how we livin’
poppin’ the bean, smokin’ the green, sippin’ the lean, snortin’ the clean, and servin’ a fiend
at my ye dade county with my mug so mean
black hoe with they p-ssy lookin’ like codeine
johnny dang, ice red, yeah that b-tch on gling
all my n-gg- with the gold grill do yo thang
305 b-tches show me where yo coochie rang?
at my ye dade county where we move the ‘caine

[verse 3: mr. b the poshtronaut]
approach a girl with att-tude
she know my swaggin’ alt-tude
the att-tude she gave to me, she gave me head for her grat-tude
don’t even play b-tch, you know my squad is certified
all my n-gg-s down to ride, we bangin’, bring the homicide
yeah, it’s mr. b, the player ballin’ out your bracket
servin’ up these n-gg-s, you would think i have a racket
quarterback that nuttin’, yeah ya b-tch she finna catch it
flippin’ on these bars like a n-gg- do gymnastics
yeah, the trees drastic
currency fantastic
seein’ through these n-gg-s like their frame is sheer plastic
man, it feels good to ballin’ in the present tense
no louies on my face, still got evidence
chea, i guess ya gotta train well
white g shot, got it sold, cartel
chea, money green is my future
but y’all n-gg-s g-y, so y’all n-gg-s seein’ fuchsia

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