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young zoo - north pole lyrics

[chorus]:
slidin’ on the block, slidin’ on an opp
catch a sucker slippin’ ion give two f-cks
ridin’ with a chop, heart beat stop
zoo gang new yay whippin’ in the pot
slidin’ on the block, slidin’ on an opp
catch a sucker slippin’ ion give two f-cks
ridin’ with a chop, heart beat stop
zoo gang new yay whippin’ in the pot

[verse 1]:
whippin’ in the pot new yay don’t stay
n-gg- get up out my way
get the choppa let it spray
pullin’ skitz broad day
couple n-gg-s wit them k’s
give a f-ck about a felony i put em on display
gun play wit an opp
all my n-gg-s tote glocks
drum stick, don’t c-ck ‘n it came wit a pop
went to school 8 o’ clock
we was movin’ crack rocks
all this sh-t nonstop
gunshot body drop
still h-lla greedy i take from the needy
elk grove, sacramento all my n-gg-s get to feedin’
f-cked up, eyes bd
lift his top get to speedin’
skrted off leave him bleedin’
stack my money to the ceilin’
spin a n-gg-‘s whip
take a n-gg-‘s b-tch
get to f-ckin’ then i dip
30 rounds in the clip
tryna jank don’t trip
double back with a stick
i’m a real cali plug and i sell it by the zip

[verse 2]:
speak down, gotta go
two shots, hit his dome
it’s all cool if i get got
i know i’m goin’ down below
only set, z-o-o, nle, shotta flow
where you from, i don’t know
stunt a rack watch it grow
set it up it’s a trap
robbed a plug for a bag
did the b-mmy n-gg- dirty
left a hole in his cap
north pole, yeah i wrap but i still keep a strap
cause my choppa like my fans at a show
love to clap
g-o-d i’m a g
star shooter all 3’s
gotta couple narc n-gg-s on they knees beggin’ please
we don’t f-ck with police
we ain’t never come in peace
talkin’ tough on the net bet your coffin cost a fee
og, don’t cough all cap all talk
run up on a n-gg- leave his brains in his crox
why yo song was flop
why you flexin’ with a prop
you ain’t got no bodies
you ain’t solid, i’m a rock
916 lemme take you on a trip
let me take you where the cops don’t show for a bit
strip em down jack his sh-t
he was loafin’ like a b-tch
i ain’t finna lie in court
when asked the crimes i committed
f-ck a n-gg-‘s b-tch
p-ss her back she got kids
think i got a problem always liftin’ n-gg-‘s lids
i’ll die about my bricks
i ain’t into givin’ sh-ts
call my shooter phone call
knock knock n-gg- gone

- young zoo lyrics

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