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twaxle - zone lyrics

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hook

josh:

what could i say there bro?
(two cup styrofoam)
two cup styrofoam, now i’m in my zone
i’m tryna get high i don’t know what is wrong
put me on, put me on, yeah i’m bout to take it off
bad b-tch, call her whitney and she drippin’ all the sauce

(that n-gg- twaxle on the beat)

verse 1

james:
two cup styrofoam yeah i’m flexin’ in vlone
n-gg-s think they with this sh-t, imma hit em’ with the stick
drippin’ like dasani, f-ck on your mommy
need some gas, go hit up tommy
(yeah)
(yeah)
n-gg- i be with them k!llas, n-gg- we some gorillas
when i f-ck her make her feel it, and you know i’m boutta k!ll it
snipers came out the blue
(out the blue)
we came to k!ll you

hook

josh:

what could i say there bro?
(two cup styrofoam)
two cup styrofoam, now i’m in my zone
i’m tryna get high i don’t know what is wrong
put me on, put me on, yeah i’m bout to take it off
bad b-tch, call her whitney and she drippin’ all the sauce

verse 2

james:

you n-gg-s not safe, watch me pull up in the wraith
f-ck yo b-tch
(f-ck yo b-tch)
then i nut on her face
ask that b-tch how it taste, n-gg- don’t smoke no laced
i be with the sh-t
these n-gg-s be fake
penny-pinching, man i cannot relate
get on your knees, man it ain’t no debate
my neck on froze, my wrist on the lake
she got a fat -ss, know it’s fake

hook

josh:

what could i say there bro?
(two cup styrofoam)
two cup styrofoam, now i’m in my zone
i’m tryna get high i don’t know what is wrong
put me on, put me on, yeah i’m bout to take it off
bad b-tch, call her whitney and she drippin’ all the sauce

verse 3

josh:

drippin the sauce and i’m fresh
choppa hittin’ on your chest
bad b-tch, she a wreck
yuh, pockets they be fat
hit yo b-tch, i give her back
my diamonds dancing hard yeah
drippin on the set
throw up the set cause i’m part of the gang
maison margielas i’m throwin the brain
i got the 30 on me, she tryna f-ck with the squad
she tryna f-ck with the squad and the crew
shooters they shooting at you
(yuh)
shooters they shooting at you

shoot my shot, steph curry
bad b-tch, mcflurry
yeah i call my twista, f-ckin’ on your sister
(d-mn)

bridge

james:

n-gg-s know it’s not funny
put my d-ck in her tummy
louis fit, real shmoney
that’s my b-tch, that’s my honey

verse 4

josh:

i used to be broke and i ain’t going back
i gotta fear these snakes, gotta watch for these rats
keep me some bands in my pocket
yeah b-tch, i got a rocket
benjies all up on me, she wanna f-ck n’ slob me
b-tch i keep that heat
b-tch i’m ballin’ like an athlete
with the .39, hit up on his head and this choppa gonna hit your spine
b-tch i’m ballin hard, call me kobe
b-tch, left hand, manu ginóbili

(he stole that sh-t)
(he really stole that sh-t!)
(it’s chill tho)



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