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teflon zay - spam page dumping lyrics

[chorus]
boss up on a n+gga, hoe change her whole life
broke ass n+gga tryna rerock a pint
hoe stuck in the a, keep beggin’ for a flight
(rock, rock this sh+t out hariroc)
the b+tch get mad she gon’ f+ck outta spite
the street n+ggas love me, they don’t care ’bout my height
n+gga went and got a gun, cuz he ain’t wanna fight
i went and got a gun, cuz i ain’t wanna die
i used to call zone1, n+gga give me a ride
we put trust in this glock, no bonnie and clyde
you tender ’bout this b+tch imma catch you when you fried
oh you loving that b+tch i get drop from my spot
it ain’t snowing outside, but we diggin’ we sliding

[verse 1]
boy you know you a b+tch, you do nothing but hide
amiri my pants cuz thesе jeans cost a lot
standin’ on business, no suit and no tie
takе him a picture with this stick, soon as we get the dot
nike pro ski b+tch you know my face hot
smoke on his ass, they be mad cuz he rottin’
b+tch keep frontin’ like her n+gga got some money
i just breath on air and be sleep in the spot
why is you lying that trap ain’t jumping
no cap [?] n+gga used to the stomping
draquesha with me and she spam page dumping
she send me the dot ima crash for 300
fell asleep of a perc, n+gga woke up grumpy
i used to want the b+tch, now the hoe look ugly
i don’t want her opps and i don’t want her buddies
i used to be a lil n+gga stealin’ out the cubbies
you a grown ass man, how the f+ck you wearing huggies?
i sh+t on a b+tch and she still wanna hug me
ever sh+tbag a n+gga boy that sh+t look lovely
broke ass b+tch occupation is clubbing
i used to hit my block with a chop, now i’m thuggin’
used to rock prl with mcqueens, got me chubby
amiris with the hoodie, now i think i may be boujee
show you how to turn the [?]
[verse 2]
f+ck 12 i’ll be out ‘fore the book me
my face card like my t++th, i’m crooked
i’m a pro at this sh+t, lil boy you a rookie
n+ggas clutch on they guns ’round me, i be lookin’
in this b+tch with rock, you know rock be cookin’
how you a steppa’ and you losin’ your fully
don’t run from this you can’t run from no (frrr)
chase me a n+gga i really got [?]
i’m the biggest opp, but that’s just how they put it
f+ck her from the back, grab her neck and her [?]
straight black with the titties, put [?] in her booty
i can make a glock sound like a uzi
i can make the b+tch get wet like jacuzzi
baccarat and 1 million, but i smell like gucci
i ain’t bust yet, but this b+tch real gooey
and this za taste fruity, and these percs got me loonin’
i just put that sh+t on and the bad b+tches choose it
she must think i’m [?] your b+tch said i’m a cutie
you been f+cked your bro, i roll up a doobie
hoe ass [?], tryna play call of duty
you crack your hands when you see me, b+tch how u not a groupie?
[?] n+gga hide your shooter
i got my own type, ion even like [?]
n+gga think he got the sauce, tryna sell free [?]
[chorus]
boss up on a n+gga, hoe change her whole life
broke ass n+gga tryna rerock a pint
hoe stuck in the a, keep beggin’ for a flight
the b+tch get mad she gon’ f+ck outta spite
the street n+ggas love me, don’t care ’bout my height
n+gga went and got a gun, cuz he ain’t wanna fight
i went and got a gun, cuz i ain’t wanna die
i used to call zone1 n+gga give me a ride
we put trust in this glock, no bonnie and clyde
you tender ’bout this b+tch imma catch you when you fried
oh you loving that b+tch i get drop from my spot
it ain’t snowing outside, but we diggin we sliding

- teflon zay lyrics

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