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z (of firing squad) – need cheese lyrics

[verse 1: z]
i+i+i+i+i z
they walk up on the stage, hey
they wanna see my chain hang
you’re repping it for the brain gang
your fam or them, it’s nothing
just tell me when to spill the gas and i’ll show you why the ill react
you motherf+cking feel me man, this microphone ain’t bluffing
no
i might be out my stuffing but my south say they love it
hit the bar, you see a star but i’m broke and on a budget (what?)
high off robitussin, i ain’t arguing, i’m cussing
can i get a f+cking drink that’s on the bar that cost nothing? (drink it’s)
nah, that’s too much to ask huh
f+ck that
with a promoter he gon’ grab one (where the f+ck he at?)
on top of that this b+tch is tapping on my shoulder like she reaching my for handgun if a motherf+cker had one
yeah yeah
that was mе on the stage b+tch
and yes i know who twistеd insane is (i know)
blah blah let me guess, are you brainsick? (yes)
(rum and coke bartender, she’s paying)
uh, so i can walk up to the function
sagging in my d+ckeys like the magnum weigh a hundred (d+mn)
sipping on this liquor and it’s obvious i’m blunted
motherf+ckers think i’m balling, sh+t i’m practically a bum b+tch
ugh
[bridge: z]
look i’m not right there (no)
if they respect me quaff like spares (sh+t)
i’m trynna chop my fares
aye little b+tch, there go a bop right there (oh my god)

[chorus: z]
baby need cheese
came to the club like i star for some d
trynna hope a sub sitting hard on some cheese
but i’m broke
no, you ain’t getting it from me, what!
baby got a case but
i don’t trust her
cause baby got a fake b+tt
and she grew up in the burbs

[bridge: z]
i hope the brain real sick
i hope the brain real sick
i hope the brain real sick
i hope the brain real sick
i hope the brain real sick
i hope the brain real sick
i hope the brain real sick
i hope the brain real sick
[verse 2: z]
hey, z walk up on the stage, hey
they wanna see my chain hang
you’re repping it for the brain gang
your fam or them, it’s nothing
just tell me when to spill the gas and i’ll show you why the ill react
you motherf+cking feel me man, this microphone ain’t bluffing
i don’t really talk that much and i don’t be hearing nothing (huh?)
i’ve been chilling in the parking lot drinking and blowing stuffing
i’m just sitting on my bumper mr. officer i’m buzzing
better swap my f+cking driver that just posted by my bucket (f+ck!)
yup, she heard the conversation clearly and thought it was a opportunity to park the p+ssy near me (skrr)
stop
that type of ramen in your hair with b+tch not even at the dairy and you’re probably a ear bleed
i got the i dear, dear
how ’bout you bye bye
hit the bar and buy five beers (hurry up too)
i hope the i+5 clear cause i’mma ride by high+five or skydive there (woo)
chuck ts on the concrete like a zombie that be on me like my wifi share (get off b+tch)
i charge you sky+high fairs
what you asking me for money so b+tch why i care (i f+cking don’t)

[bridge: z]
this brother need cheese
so if you ain’t got it, you in the brain fried chair
she kinda psycho with a stare
hey little b+tch, there go iso right there
(dad is it really him?)
[chorus: z]
baby need cheese
came to the club like i star for some d
trynna hope a sub sitting hard on some cheese
but i’m broke
no, you ain’t getting it from me, what!
baby got a case but
i don’t trust her
cause baby got a fake b+tt
and she grew up in the burbs

- z of firing squad lyrics

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