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zado – 7 lyrics

m-th- f-cka
i say m-th-f-cka
rarely do you hear this sh-t, huh
shout out torrey broday
geeman mixing it beautifully
but let me talk my sh-t

uhh
f-ck swag, 7zado
eating rappers, need a toothpick
got kim doing the impossible, now that b-tch naked like rufus
ya ho be on my p-n-s though cuz my g*nius flow, yous a doofus
these hoes favor mol-sses and they tryna hang, no nooses
your career been a question mark, no wonder n-ggas be clueless
book smart and street smart, but the flow still stupid
everybody been a nuisance, those people get the deuces
cut em out ya life and watch yo problems fade like boosaaaay
humble n-gga, still booshy
cuz b-tches love me like lucy
now flashy hoes show them b00bies
say h-llo to the groupies and bye to the hoes that knew me
and “f-ck you” to the lames sleeping on me like a rufie
uhhhhhhhhhh
make em say uh like master p
the m-th-f-cka like yo daddy b
way fresher than a f-ggot be
with a bad b-tch she should have a leash
i don’t know why she mad at me
can’t blame me for your ashy knees
just pillow where kneepad should be

(give em a minute)

cuz that’s a lot to bare
looking like an accident, they can’t help but stop and stare
cold n-gga, but bold n-gga
f-ck around and might rock a bear
smooth n-gga, but groovy n-gga
i get jazzy like roca wear
(jennings, jennings)
i got my block in here
so these other n-ggas doing it just do not compare
i think yall really got it twisted like a lot of hair
got my mind set up on my goals, no soccer players
food for thought b-tch, go ahead and grab a plate
alienated from all yall, man i cannot stand to fake
f-ck her til she can’t stand up straight
how could you stand to hate
when even all yo n-ggas admit that i’m great
yep i’m feeling myself but i don’t m-st-rbate
why you worried bout me; don’t you got some grands to make
anyways yxzoz
some sh-t that i had to say
and n-ggas ain’t touching me, like i got my hands on b-ss
lyrics so ill, they just hurt to say
spit em increase the murder rate, okay grab the yellow tape
this is my field
if you step up on my turf to play, get ya spine moved, and your eyes bruised
grown man, no nerfs this way
i’m going full speed, i want this in the worst way
i’m mean green with these 16s
verde with the wordplay
i told em this is my world, plant the seeds on earth day
hostile serenity
it was worth the wait

- zado lyrics

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