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zilla f. - dirty vans lyrics

[intro : zilla f.]
n-ggas said zilla not really spitting no more
zilla listening to trap too much
you suck, you’re never going to blow
man this for mike pavs and them n-ggas
kendrick and them n-ggas
for jodie
crown stark i see you

[verse 1]
zilla not hip hop? you kidding i’m submitting victims
b-tch when this sh-t drop i’m k!lling all civilian critics
so the don’t rate the f-cking album just listen to it
all these n-ggas leaving something cheap, like they tipping jewish
the flow heavenly
melody caught a felony
had no evidence but the beat was there to tell on me
let me stop and get back into this rap
the hood never had geebs i’m bragging to the blacks
man i’m swaggin to the max

hol’ up
i said i’m swaggin to the max
i’m sagging that’s the a fact cause the money in my pockets got me dragging by the slacks
a dragon when i rap
you other n-ggas kitten wanna converse for a verse for a verse are you kidding?!
i’m dismissing bullsh-t that you pitching
barry bonds at the plate its a steroid kitchen
spongebob the bars, give a minute to let it soak in
it’s meek mill in this geeb i know you hear what i’m toking
mouth full of spit like i’m snacking on a peppermint
lyrical equal excellence, raised in h-ll but heaven sent
i grimier than grunge shoutout to the dirty bands
you can’t tell me sh-t i walked miles in these dirty vans

[hook]
dirty vans x5

[verse 2]
g-y -ss n-ggas rapping, like it’s black drag
stunting all day i’m popping black tags
k!lling the vans game might take it back to half cabs
or the leopard print chukkas
stussy tee will match that
low pros when i’m chilling, b-tches label me a terror
till they see me the next week, stunting in them eras
album on itunes made me pay to put my sh-t on
authentics for the club, lazy day grab the slip ons
got moms on the text, milf mania i’m scoring mothers
song called dirty vans, shoutout to the van doren brothers
i thrash hard like a garage filled with 30 bands
you can’t tell me sh-t i walked miles in these dirty vans

[hook]

[verse 3]
if you rap and you from boro, best be on the f-cking watch
mike pavs would get this work but i ain’t on the clock
gael mcm-n-s kissing toes, in other words he taste defeat
robs getting annoyed motherf-ckers keep wasting beats
i’m not lying for real that’s what he told me bro
that’s why my email full of beats sent from tokyo
i’m sh-tting everywhere for real i mean every room
hold your breath zilla in j-pan 2 coming soon
the first one we made quick
kinda basic
recorded in an hour in the trashwater bas-m-nt
i’m getting way off topic
lemme stop it
in the c-ckpit with a rocket
bout to pop it
you can’t stop it
peyton manning in the pocket
real question, when did men begin to gossip?
a couple bridgewater n-ggas talking sl1ck sh-t
cause they kissing on a b-tch that’s l1cking on my dizznick
man this sh-t is senseless
i ended most friendships
and locked myself away to find me you need forensics
told vaughn one day we’ll cop matching benzes
or maybe audis
smoking souie out in maui
with a rich b-tch sucking my d-ck until i’m outtie
scorching hot in the winter man i’m giving early tans
yall putting me to sleep quicker than 30 xans
smoking out to my own sh-t with them murky strands
pancakes and bacon dropped i’m still wearing dirty vans

- zilla f lyrics

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