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zipbby – gualala lyrics

[intro]
haha
ah!
f+ck n+gga

[chorus]
oh, you thought you was like that?
choppa like a badass kid, it like to bite back
i’m like bundy, baby, she got bummers, i’ma bite ass (bite ass)
i got money, baby, you should know i don’t check price tags

[verse 1]
oh, you got a old f? b+tch, you better f+ck off
i just got them racks in, i blew him the f+ck off
choppa finna hit sh+t, fore, baby, top golf
yeah, i like to split sh+t, n+gga don’t get knocked off
i’ma call my new york n+ggas, get ya’ red sox knocked off
yankee cap, big brown, big timbs, haha
[?]
she make the d+ck disappear, baby, voila
i got hoes, falala, i like countin’ gualala
oh, you love me? nah, nah, nah, where you at? trap 999
[?] nine+to+five, servin’ fit from five to nine
wherе he at? he crossed a linе, now you see them bullets fly
n+ggas dyin’, mama’s cryin’, homicide, say goodbye
make a f+ck n+gga sh+t himself for like the second time
choppa find ya’ ass like hitler, i call it frankenstein
i like gettin’ guap for sh+t, sir, i get it every time
[chorus]
oh, you thought you was like that?
choppa like a badass kid, it like to bite back
i’m like bundy, baby, she got bummers, i’ma bite ass (bite ass)
i got money, baby, you should know i don’t check price tags, n+gga

[verse 2]
i just ran my racks up, them hoes got bigger, n+gga (them hoes got bigger, n+gga?)
i know that that b+tch wan’ f+ck ’cause i’m that n+gga, n+gga (’cause i’m that n+gga, n+gga)
she got stretch marks on her, like a tigger, tigger (like a tigger, tigger?)
i just hit the switch to fully pull that trigger, trigger
i just made hit the [?], fed ’em bullets, hungry hippo
i got glasses like a hipster, i pour drank up, new elixir
she said, “oh my f+ckin’ god, you look so good, i wanna l!ck ya'”
she know i got h+lla hoes, i don’t know if i’ma pick ya’
i like dunkin’ on these n+ggas, ain’t no 5+on+5, no pickup
i just pulled up in that, mhm, no, this ain’t no pickup
she said she wan give me, “mhm”, b+tch, come get this d+ck up
i walk out like, “mhm”, i need to get fl!cked up
yerkies in my system, bullets flyin’ past him
he thought that i missed him, but i’m finna catch him
b+tch i’m finna hit some, rip [?]
b+tch i’m finna rip some

[outro]
haha, b+tch

- zipbby lyrics

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