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zavontae life


Say, you see that nigga in the cut, yeah him right there
Aye watch him, he keep lookin' over here
Bang, bang, they must be thinkin' we won't rock out
Soon as them niggas pop out, I'm bound to let some shots out
We pull up I'ma jump out, he run, I blow his shit off
In front that house keep actin' like you raw, you can't live off (bitch)
Four hunnid grand, I buy a Lamb' and chop the top off
I'm tryna drop a block off, you play we blow the block off
Want smoke? We gon' rock out, I'm a rich fuckin' dropout (yeah)
Come out the window, swing that cut around and knock 'em all off
That menace shit, that Fat Boy leanin' shit, watch how that draco get
Home of the land, I'm talkin hunnid' bands, that's how you catch a bitch
Bust his…
 
 
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