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ziico niico - back that azz up (uptown mixx) lyrics

[verse 1: ziico niico]
i seen a lot of sh-t but never told on ’em
and the papers and the preset never wrote on ’em
went to pa for some grips, i got a scope on ’em
and motherf-ck i need it when i run up and get close on ’em
ziico niico, do that ring a bell?
for some good p-ssy, take a trip to [?] sh-ll
all the haters trying but they always fail
i’m always on top like a jury
i’ma do it, i’ma make it for my n-gg-s that’s buried
and my grandmama crib gon’ be big as halle berry
lot of p-ss-es in the hood, got a glock to pop your cherry
you can see me with my bro, [?] pop a chevy
and my squad is what you hear ’bout
ten racks, i can find a n-gg- whereabouts
you can’t fight, motherf-cker what the scare about?
shut the f-ck up, don’t wanna hear you out
i swear i’ma make it, i’ma star
i hold up choppers like guitars
no sympathy for broads
f-ck her on the hood then she gotta wash my car
no, i don’t play that
i got a couple k!llers in this maybach
semis and revolvers, man i spray that
you don’t know, this is me
tell them monkeys i play for keeps
i use the chopper, just drop ’em off the tree
hah, i’m just feelin’ like the man again
three sixty-five, i’m with the fam again
yeah, uptown the committee
and when i make it man my city comin’ with me, yeah

[verse 2: ferrari tanna]
lot of n-gg-s talkin’ even though they should commend me
hatin’ on another brother, that was never in me
all about the money, b-tch just tryna get the benjis
like my n-gg- benji, got ’em in a frenzy
streets f-ckin’ with me, they been rollin’ with me tough
i been locked up in the bando, they ain’t seen me in a month
i been running to the bands like my lungs is giving up
middle finger to the stand, never give my n-gg-s up
they ain’t f-ckin’ with me hands down, hands down
make my youngin catch a man down, a man down
ziico told you ’bout to stand down, then stand down
they was blockin’ but we here now, we here now
all that slick talkin’, let me clap that -ss up
and my b-tch -ss wavy when she back that -ss up
double tap that -ss up, tell her hop that -ss up
’cause my trap phone ringing and my grind don’t p-ss up
and you know i’m ’bout the money now
and these n-gg-s think they poppin’, oh it’s funny now
three six five up in this b-tch, you feel a hundred rounds
hit these n-gg-s talkin’, could you tell ’em bring ’em out, bring ’em out
f-ck a rap star, n-gg- i’m a trap star
trappin’ in ohio, in that bando gettin’ packs off
must’ve got your facts wrong, you ain’t got no racks dog
i been seein’ papi every week droppin’ them stacks off
girl you can’t stand that, stand that
beat a body red-handed, handed

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