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seynt pyt da representa - zooted lyrics

[intro:]
too gritty… ha ha gutasound… yea yea seynt pyt… hey… yes lawd!… let’s get f—ed up, let’s get f—ed up, let’s get f—ed upppppp… let’s get f—ed up, let’s get f—ed up, let’s get f—ed upppppp…

[chorus:]
you can find me in da club,
and i’m zooted, i’m zooted, i’m zooted,
with a pocket full of dubs,
straight foolish, straight foolish, straight foolish,
got that yac (cognac) off in my cup,
and i’m booted, i’m booted, i’m booted,
n-gg-z hatin on us,
they hoes choosin, they hoes choosin, they hoes choosin.

[verse 1:]
i got them… i got them… i got them… i got them… i got them js on my feet,
red monkey on my pocket,
i’m bout to take off,
like a muf—in rocket,
got so much cake,
you’d think i’d robbed da bakery,
golds in my mouth,
got leprechauns chasin me,
ain’t never been a runner,
although i do serve feens,
leave the crowd feelin me,
like some nike beans,
got that hata repellant boi,
and yes it stings,
haters buzz into the light,
cause my wrist on gleam,
seynt pyt bout his money,
seynt pyt bout his doe,
that ain’t the first time,
i dun said it before,
so when you see me on the scene,
you should already know,
roll out the red carpet,
cause i’m bout to steal the show,
eyes real low,
cause you know a n— zooted,
sippin on that thug,
got a n— straight booted,
swagger jackers wanna do me,
homie they clueless,
ya’ll betta do ya’ll,
fo ma tooly beat ya to it!

[verse 2:]
throw it up…
when i’m in the clubbbbb… (wooooo),
you kno the boy represent,
gotta hold it down,
like gravity on an elephant,
reppin my city heavy,
like blood in an always,
blood flow harder,
than the carter 3 in these veins,
you could’ntstop it dawg,
even with a catheter,
kinda like jamie lee curtis,
with michael myers after her,
i am a rolling stone,
my stones be rollin,
you don’t believe me boy?,
then why you think my pockets bulgin?,
i’m not aretha homie,
dawg but frankly,
i gets r-e-s-p-e-c-t in my streets,
my sh— don’t stank,
got big bank,
aerosmith said to run ds mcs,
thas why i “talk this way! “,
and why i “walk this way? “,
gotta carry my city,
naw i ain’t no hunch back,
thas jus the hood in me,
reppin fa tampa bay,
st. pete is my home,
f— goin commercial,
i’m industreets homie!

[verse 3:]
[breakdown]
… if you don’t give a f—… put yo middle finger up… got that thug off in yo cup… and you zooted as f—…
lemme get a homie… yes lawd!…
lemme get a… yes lawd!…
lemme get a… yes lawd!…
lemme get a… yes lawd!…
lemme get a… yes lawd!…
lemme get a… yes lawd!…
i’m sooo f—ed upppppp…
i f—s with gutasound,
cause they sound so gutta,
you betta cuff yo chic,
i’m a bad mother(whhaatttt),
everything i got i own it,
everything i got i flaunt it,
something like a dopeboy,
thas why the guhls want it,
my red monte carlo,
make the guhls moan,
it’s like my credit bad,
they won’t leave me a loan,
yea the broads love me,
got em callin me mr. nani cream,
got a pit-bull swag,
yea it’s so mean,
bet you ain’t neva seen,
a n— like me,
so local,
bout to shakeup the industry,
got t-n-t money dawg,
so i’m quick to blow it,
and it’s swag season homie,
so i gotta show it!

[outro:]
seynt pyt! yeahhh… gutasound… too gritty entertainment… (that’s right!)… trans! [echoes]

- seynt pyt da representa lyrics

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