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Zeke & Luther
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Glock just like a rocketship, this b*t*h'll send 'em out of space Steady asking, "Where the hoes?" Why you ain't worried 'bout no pape'? Right outside his crib, tryna take him out just like a date On my grind like Zeke and Luther but I don't know how to skate F**k the back and forth, pull up and show what you gon' do to me I ain't tryna f**k, just want the brain, b*t*h, come and tutor me We are not the same, they notice me without no jewelry B*t*h, act like you know, you didn't know that you can Google me? Linking with the Sh*ttyBoyz got me tripping in this b*t*h Heard you was a big steppеr, why you limping in this b*t*h? Heard a hater walked in, hе went missing in this b*t*h Thought your brodie was a shooter, he was kidding in this b*t*h I can't even leave the crib unless the bag my destination Catch me balling with your b*t*h like I just called a isolation Why these n***as tryna beef when they know Tae got higher ratings? Separating from these n***as like I f**k with segregation Ain't no coffee in this cup, this a Wockiana potion If you see me at the function, know I'm Glockiana toting You don't catch me in the booth, you know I probably got some motion If I ain't in the AMG, I'm in the Maserati floating B*t*h, I'm p*ssed off Tryna set the play? Get you picked off Seven hundred horses, finna lift off Yo' b*t*h on me for my tee 'cause this b*t*h Off' Put a RP in my juice, I might tip over You would keep it tucked, I'm with some pull it off the hip soldiers Twelve pulled me over, sh*t, I'm in here tryna get sober Hollow hit his head and take off hair like a lint roller Twelve 'Woods back-to-back, I been chain smoking You a lil' pup, I'm big dog, call me Beethoven B and E's, lil' brodie out here cracking safes open He should've thought with his head, now his brain showing That's a scary sight Riding with a bad b*t*h that's colder than December I be sh*tting and you don't, so you can't be a member Feel like Popeyes, all this chicken, come and get a tender Now you tough? You used to be a b*t*h just like a transgender Take my talents to LA, b*t*h, I'm feeling like LeBron B*t*h, I'm moving like a king, I can't settle for no pawn How the f**k you in that field when you never left the lawn? And I'm moving lowkey, they don't know what time I'm on Keep a pistol like I'm Pete, don't get balled on Same b*t*h you love the b*t*h I put my balls on Dragging bags through that b*t*h until the mall closed Treat your b*t*h like a dog, she on all fours Feel like Larry Bird, we shooting trips to Indiana We done poured up fifty Fanta's, in the store, we really jamming Pick 'em up and tie 'em up, they sick they gotta give me ransom Was always talking out his neck, so is his death really random? Hmm, I don't think so
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