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zaybang – private property lyrics

[intro]
want smoke? well, b+tch, we want some more
every time they see me, mm+mm+mm
mm+mm+mm+mm, let them rockers go
(slap)

[verse]
these n+ggas f+ckin’ up they name, i’m not okay with that
he gon’ be mad when i put d+ck all in lil’ baby back
top shelf, you n+ggas smokin’ cookie in lil’ baby sacks
had to take the smith apart and clean it, tryna shake it back
you tryna give me five, you know what’s up and i ain’t shakin’ that
i done did some sh+t i don’t regret and i ain’t takin’ back
n+ggas actin’ like they want me dead, i gotta stay with strap
b+tches get it too when i found out where n+ggas layin’ at
p+ssy n+ggas dissin’ in them posts, i’m tryna up the score
heard them n+ggas said they blowin’ smoke, well, b+tch, we want some more
met a crip that liked the way i rocked, he tried to put me in
with due respect, i bang 1100 for my n+ggas gone
p+ssy ho, make you stuff this glock up in your p+ssy hole
what’s poppin’, woad? n+ggas touch my blood, we lettin’ choppas go
i’m a g.o.a.t., f+ck who actin’ scared ’cause, n+gga, i’m a g.o.a.t.
my mama know, i copped another chop, this b+tch geronimo
it’s time to go, dish them shooters home, we down to slide for sure
drivin’ through my ‘jects with cameras out, them n+ggas slide for show
p+ssy n+gga said they pumpin’ steam, well, b+tch, we want some more
i ain’t tryna paint a n+gga shirt, i’m tryna touch his throat
b+tch n+gga, watch the way you talk if you ain’t really cut
big dog, i’m a big down, you n+ggas really pups
if we spare your life to get your brother, you might give him up
f+ck that, you could drop me off, ain’t gotta pick me up
and leave me walkin’ through that b+tch like i was born and raised
you stick your nose up in this sh+t and catch an early grave
h+ll nah, we don’t wait for night, you could get popped today
f+ck that, find me seven bags and send ’em out today
them n+ggas hurt i got a check, they say they robbin’ me
armed and dangerous like i own a private property
woofin’ ’til it’s time to go to war, you n+ggas casualties
raised in the bricks, f+ck your gang, free the faculty
b+tch n+gga, you ain’t never lived what you rappin’ bout
i lost my dog and set us up and took the savage route
n+ggas dyin’ young around this b+tch, i got my ratchet out
couple n+ggas playin’ both sides, tryna hatch it out
but i can’t change up on my n+ggas, it’s forever that
i give a f+ck who say they real, these n+ggas f+ck with rats
i got some people out the way to catch these cookie packs
that’s fifty thousand in all dubs what you lookin’ at
cutthroat, we the n+ggas sleeze at your front door
uh+oh, i heard that n+gga workin’ with the po+po
spin time, i be with that cinco like i’m ocho
oh, no, i can’t leave my strap, that’s a no+no
hold on, n+gga talkin’ hands, he gettin’ stole on
first down, i’m throwin’ bullets, p+ssy n+gga, go long
n+ggas never talk about the sh+t that they done prolonged
back when we was yellin’, “gold hearts,” you used to go home
b+tch
[outro]
p+ssy ho, make you stuff this glock up in your p+ssy hole
what’s poppin’, woad? n+ggas touch my blood, we lettin’ choppas go
i’m a g.o.a.t., f+ck who actin’ scared ’cause, n+gga, i’m a g.o.a.t.
my mama know i copped another chop, this b+tch geronimo

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