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zaytoven - relations lyrics

[part i]

[intro]
ayy, i’m in the spot with zaytoven
y’all already know what the f+ck goin’ on

[verse]
ayy, h+h+heard n+ggas say they was f+ckin’ with me, n+ggas capped out they mind
what the f+ck was they thinkin’? (n+ggas not f+ckin’ with me)
got n+ggas mad ‘cause i’m countin’ up bread everyday, every week, yeah that’s my motivation
6 in la, smokin’ exotic gas
hit it straight to the face, eyes low like a asian
cut that b+tch off we don’t have no relation, y’all n+ggas d+ck ride (zaytoven), that’s a new occupation
might f+ck up the nation (might f+ck up+)
our trip be y’all n+ggas vacation (c’mon)
n+ggas half of my size, if he tryna run up, i’ma beat that boy ass ain’t no placement
link up max, the twin threw me the lob
that b+tch top me so good, give her 5 star rating
brand new crib the community gated
i f+ck b+tches of all kind of races (c’mon)
sh+t i’m talkin’ gon’ feed generations, i been had six figures, y’all not tryna go there
b+tch all i rock is designer, i’m stepping in marni, i told the lil’ b+tch, “these is mohairs”
i’m sippin’ purple, no bonnie
i feel like muhammad ali, knockin’ sh+t out the program
beam on the glock, this sh+t godly
your b+tch sucking d+ck just like soccer, she ain’t using no hands (sit back), gang
[part ii]

[intro]
ayy, it’s not too many n+ggas really f+ckin’ with me, man
like seriously, like bar for bar, like lyric for lyric
not too many n+ggas f+ckin’ with me, that’s period

[verse]
ayy, ayy (c’mon)
this a mini drac’, not for accessory (woo)
i f+ck model hoes, why is you testing me?
i get geeked out my body excessively
.44 bulldog, gon’ shoot, i ain’t wrestling
need to pay me a bag to get next to me
block that ho once a day, she be stressing me
i just f+cked on your ho accidentally
30 rounds in this choppa, get 10 a piece
we got rackies too, what y’all boys wanna do? (b+tch)
i got more f+ckin’ wheels than a carnival (skrrt)
lil’ twin ready to spill like some f+ckin’ juice
had to get off the pills ’cause i f+ck with juice
richer than all my idols, can’t f+ckin’ lose
n+ggas can’t run a mile up in these shoes
n+ggas love actin’ wild, they never do sh+t
i got n+ggas that’s dyin’ to run into you
have my twin throw a bomb like cam newton
you ain’t talkin’ no bag then i can’t do it
i don’t gotta talk sh+t, let the fans do it
i can’t peep that boy sh+t, had to glance through it
that’s yo lil’ bitty b+tch? n+ggas ran through it
been had money before the advance
vs1 diamonds sittin’ on my wrist, i been sh+ttin’ on n+ggas, they ain’t have a chance (brr, boop, boop, boop)
gang, all of my b+tches be grown
don’t know what these n+gga on
i’ve been the one since i came out, i’m back in my zone, time to put these n+gga on
.4+.4+.44 bulldog, it keep barkin’, tryna find a bone
b+tch i got it on my own
i’m rockin’ issey miyake, mixin’ sh+t with chrome
i’m mr. put+this+sh+t+on
f+ck from the back, got that b+tch recitin’ all my songs
n+n+n+gga with me, watch your tone
most of these n+ggas that you would think are really real, really is sweet all along
i+i+i walk outside with that stick up on me, this for real, n+gga i be all alone
most of the n+ggas i’m ridin’ with be in the field, n+gga you be on the phone (p+ssy, brr)
[outro]
gang
come outside, come outside
we gon’ catch you, come outside (ayy)
ayy, sit back

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