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zide! - scarface! lyrics

[intro: al pacino]
say h+llo to my little friend!

[chorus: zide!]
focused on your friends and where the f+ck you been
and i’m out past ten, doing it again
don’t try to be my friend, don’t talk to me again
gotta get out the pen, i gotta hit the pen
focused on your friends and where the f+ck you been
and i’m out past ten, doing it again
don’t try to be my friend, don’t talk to me again
gotta get out the pen, i gotta hit the pen

[verse 1: zide!]
let me talk about the problem
i said, b+tch we with the drama
why you coming home, where the f+ck you been mama?
pops stress me out, told me to get proper
i’m a head rocker, yeah sh+t talker
tryna get up, but all i got is six dollars
yeah, your sh+t prada
but my fit baller
tryna get the ice chain drip like water
i’m a crash out, have a fist fight with my father
tryna see the light but every day, getting darker
you an internet stalker
junkie, you a pill popper
and it’s sh+t+stopping
you can hear it get quiet when the guns poppin’
when are you dropping? i said “no comment”
thinkin’ that she loyal, she a ho hopper
and a ho lotter, ho’s rockin’
get you out the picture have the pole drop him
and they won’t stop him
how the f+ck you finna switch up, if i ain’t got nothing (b+tch!)
[chorus: zide!]
focused on your friends and where the f+ck you been
and i’m out past ten, doing it again
don’t try to be my friend, don’t talk to me again
gotta get out the pen, i gotta hit the pen
focused on your friends and where the f+ck you been
and i’m out past ten, doing it again
don’t try to be my friend, don’t talk to me again
gotta get out the pen, i gotta hit the pen

[verse 2: zide!]
what he say when the pole caught him?
live life bad, i’m my own role model
flyin’ in the whip, yeah i’m going full throttle
drink away the sins, i said pass me the bottle
sippin’ on a sunday, i ain’t talking vodka
poll smokin’ weed, wear the hat like a rasta
b+tch i’m cookin’ up, all the op’s heated like pasta
think the glock like wick, ’cause this b+tch a monster
tryna get the rolls [?]

[outro: zide!]
f+ck, ay, pass me that f+ckin’ joint chris
chris, pass me that f+ckin’ joint
wooohoooo, holy sh+t (hey, pass me that) (f+ck!)
we just make hits man, f+ck
me in chris, we in this b+tch
we did this b+tch
ace, i+z, cayden, all my dogs
all dogs go to heaven
amen
b+tch!

- zide lyrics

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