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zachdoesit & whomaji - starlight freestyle lyrics

[intro]
this junk starting off fire man

[verse 1: zachdoesit]
stacking up the bricks, these two by four
hit a little b+tch, like fee fi fo
got a little b+tch, she gon’ be my hoe
stacking up the sticks, gotta keep my pole
yea i heard you got a little bread, just know
that don’t mean sh+t, all that sh+t can get stole
whipping up sh+t, now we cooking on the stove
f+ck a caption, keep that sh+t on the low

[verse 1: zachdoesit with whomaji]
me and bro lost in the starlight (uh)
ain’t n0body living life like our life (uh)
took a left, then i took a hard right

[verse 2: whomaji]
they d+ck eating more then a p+rn site
you get no money, you living a boring life
we spin his block, and you know that we blowing pipes
we ain’t hit him, you know wе gon’ spin again
young n+gga tryna’ get to the dividends
i rеpent, then a n+gga gon’ sin again
tryna keep her here, but she still riveting
sent her some money to get her nails polished
so many bullets, it’ll knock out your knowledge
young n+gga trapping, sell weed out the college
my mama walked in, ima hide her in the closet
run in your crib and eat all your pottage
if we hop on the beat, little b+tch who gon’ stop us b+tch
[verse 3: zachdoesit]
hand on my chopper, that b+tch gon’ go boom
who gonna stop us, it’s me and my crew
get shoved in a locker, we taking yo’ jewels
the way that they talking, we hop in the stu’
matter fact, f+ck it we hop out and shoot
tired of everybody swearing that we cool
like hop off my d+ck before i grab my tool
i’m tired of this i’m not rolling with you
f+ck no, dirty hoe
give me brain, lose control
i’m out my lane, swerving, woah
i can’t think, i need my hoe
purple rain, prince my bro
feeling down, so i overdose
drown it out, hold onto hope
sike little b+tch i only hold on my pole

[verse 4: whomaji]
ay, i’m holding my pole, b+tch i’m packing this b+tch
i’ma beef with a n+gga, he lacking and sh+t
we up in the school, in the back getting lit
and they in the back being b+tt buddies
we at the course and this b+tch playing putt putty
you keep on playing, when we trying to run up money
i’m cutting you off if you ever act up funny
i pull this glock out my pants, they gon’ run from me
i can not beef with a n+gga, they stupid and weird
you tryna’ be tough, but your brother a queer
i’m not roman reigns, but we giving out spears
put a b+tch in a pan, we gon flip em’ and sear em’
i’m cooking like ramsey
shoot up his crib, give a f+ck bout’ his family
play with my girl, she gon’ hit you with stanley
we from the south, take the tags off the bentley
thought i was lonely, i finally met benji’s
we k!lling for him, i’ma knock out some kidneys
[verse 5: zachdoesit]
b+tch, i’m tired of holding my tongue (uh)
half of these b+tches is dumb (uh)
and half of these fat b+tches can’t even actually run
i’m actually done (uh)
these bullets will stick you like gum (uh)
a rap boy i sing and i sung
no cap boy i’m really on one (uh)
i’m drilling sh+t just for the fun
the illest one under the sun (uh)
shower your b+tch in my cum (uh)
sike b+tch i’m loyal to one (uh)
eat that sh+t up like some lunch (uh)
make that sh+t stretch like a lunge (uh)
i am the best, number one (uh)

[outro: zachdoesit]
yea, it’s my year, it’s so clear
higher then the stratosphere
we don’t f+ck with rats in here
we only f+ck with ratchets here
uh+huh, yea, b+tch i won
yea, it’s my year, it’s so clear
higher then the stratosphere
we don’t f+ck with rats in here
we only f+ck with ratchets here
uh+huh, yea, b+tch i won

- zachdoesit whomaji lyrics

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