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zayydogg - no limit lyrics

yahhh
zayydogg

you a b-tch nigga
umma rich nigga
can’t come together no stitch nigga
man i do this shit
like a crucifix
man i’m casting out of these ghost
while i’m speeding in the ghost
controlling ha body like i am the mutha fuckin host
when we are together
man i swear we do the most
i’m riding the beat like a coast
fuck the beef yeah the roast
umma take the higher road
no telling what’s gone unfold
yeah the truth will be told
i’m taking you out like you towed
big money be the mode
nun of my niggas gone fold

all of my niggas the solid
ride around with the rocket
money don’t fit in no wallet

this shit is hot no pocket
i’m steady making deposits
my flight departed

head on to the riches
get head from my b-tches

ahead of me in which lane ?
i think you sniffing cocane
the fame done got to ya brain
me and you are not the same

kicking in every fucking door
666 like i’m working for ovo
coming hot up of the stove
like a fresh pot of c-ke

i’m the shit you ain’t even know?
i know you smelt it coming through the door

every bars be a sentence
and i ain’t even finish

i run this shit like a fitness
this is just the beginning
i’m feeling big
no sean
magical 3 like we charmed
reading this shit like a palm

shout out to mr palm he got me off that case and now i’m
making hits baby ruth
i’m hitting every base
free all my big bros in the pin
that’s why i’m out here tryna get it in
writing raps pressing pen
all about the benjamins
all this ice no cube
i keep the tool
nigga shit won’t hesitate to use
you done fucked up no lube
now you eating out a tube

how you feel lil nigga
you signed a deal lil nigga
oh you real lil nigga
oh you ill lil nigga

from bama yo cali
from cali to jersey
from jersey to memphis
from memphis to miami
from miami to dmv
from dmv to nyc
from nyc to north carolinee
huh huh what
can’t forget about my texas b-tch
you know she ride it reckless
she done went through my phone she done saw the messages
here we go again mama mia my bestfriend
if she wanna ball
then i take yo -ss to the court
oh you meant the mall
you not that important
no not at all
fake friend don’t catch you while u fall
they just wait until you fall
number 8 yeah b-tch i’m great
these rappers they got me sleep
these rappers can’t ride no beat

big bro keep the tool like fucking mechanic
niggas talking shit we gone let yo -ss have it
coleman mcmillan yeah you know we spazzing

deep up in that pussy
like i’m looking for titanic

every time i do a freestyle i make mine
flooding out wrist so what that mean i ain’t got time

i’m fucking with barbie ( nicki minaj ) yeah she hella knurly
shout out to lil wayne the great the d-mn dane
flipping my wrist like i’m churning
got these niggas pressed but i’m never ducking ironing
fuckin that b-tch like she mf earned
only time you’ll run the game is when i’m dead
got a good scope nigga i’m aiming @ yo head

- zayydogg lyrics

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