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zin-zeta - niggas on the left lyrics

lyrics: clan in da front, let your feet stomp
n-ggas on the left, brag sh-t to death
now hoods on the right, wild for the night
punks in the back, c’mon and attract to…

[verse 1 – zin-zeta]

ayo, hustlas, gangstas, bustas, w-nkstas
cornb-lls, warhols, all y’all, i thank ya
for bumpin’ zetaph0r- productions and gravity
the cut-man and graphic, b, back when were practically beggin’ wh0r-s to hump him
we came a long way and now the metaphors are buzzin’
i remember when my m-th–f-ckin’ credit score was nothin’
now, we make enough dough to break bread with all our cousins… they never saw this comin’
who expected all this clubbin’. t
he hunnies been lovin’ me since they saw me on “baby girl” and heard me on “half a dozen.”
my lyrics got’em jumpin’, so their jugs are jugglin’
they huddle around me with their bubbles and let me touch’em
once they get a hold of me, i might bend them over –
have’em t-tties lookin’ over-easy, and smash ovaries

[verse 2 – gravity]

ayo, snake-skin snap-back, c-cked by the dome-piece
dime-piece givin’ dome-piece till i fall ‘sleep
wake up half-baked… breath-stench… hennessy
the brain was so good that the b-tch took my memory
everyday’s a new day/new brain
that means, my memory’s gone temporarily
b-tch i’m a dog – a brand-new pedigree. the type to hold it down… t-ts… gravity
my d-ck’s by her cavities
i’m sick, like a room full of m-th–f-ckin’ allergies – the illest n-gga rappin’, b

[verse 3 – young cutta]

yeah… cutta!
music make’em jam, but the gun don’t, ’cause i keep the clip clean
bust a n-gga’s dome; turn his dream into a split-screen
young n-gga, but i got big dreams
i was better than n-ggas when i was sixteen
real rap, n-gga. check my f-ckin’ resumé
i’m in the booth, cookin’ up the soup; i got the recipe
you can’t box with the n-gga; you’re a featherweight
n-gga’s mad, ’cause i’m after jay like the letter ‘k’

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