Correction Paroles I Ain’t Listen par ZayBang

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And I been tryna get this chicken
My mama told me n***as wasn't for me, I ain't listen
The way we callin' plays, we gon' f**k around and blitz 'em
Twenty out this F&N, I can promise I ain't missin'
(DTB, that's a slap)

I been tryna get this chicken
My mama told me n***as wasn't for me, I ain't listen
The way we callin' plays, we gon' f**k around and blitz 'em
Twenty out this F&N, I can promise I ain't missin'
I just want the check, she gon' think a n***a pimpin'
B*t*h, it's GFI, new edition
My mama told me n***as wasn't for me, I ain't listen
And every time I ever took a loss, I was trippin'

And they keep sayin' we the reason
Woke up, a hundred bands in my account, thought I was dreamin'
I still got fifty thou' the same box I keep the Yeezys
I had a hard life, but now I make this sh*t look easy
I could be out the way, but I feel comfortable with the demons
I know some n***as trappin', know some n***as swipin' Visas
I know some n***as shootin', they don't even need a reason
N***as out here playin', you post your whip and they gon' cheese it
And f**k them suckers, ain't no sympathy
A broke b*t*h, she can't get sh*t from me
Bro be paranoid, so how ridin', movin' differently
Glocks and FNs, I can't let no n***a get with me, yeah
I been tryna get this chicken
My mama told me n***as wasn't for me, I ain't listen
The way we callin' plays, we gon' f**k around and blitz 'em
Twenty out this F&N, I can promise I ain't missin'
I just want the check, she gon' think a n***a pimpin'
B*t*h, it's GFI, new edition
My mama told me n***as wasn't for me, I ain't listen
And every time I ever took a loss, I was trippin'

And every time I ever took a loss, b*t*h, I slid back
Last time a sucker n***a died, they said I did that
How the f**k you always worried about me? Where your kids at?
And when I copped the Bimmer, they was askin' where the Benz at?
I been on the road takin' trips in them foreign whips
B*t*h, I better not catch a n***a loafin'
And I can call up Oy, he gon' lead me to the potion
The last n***a dissed us on the song, I tried to smoke him
And why these n***as tryna ride our wave? N***as faggots
Keep G-27, he won't leave without his ratchet
350 Yeezys, I might leave 'em in the plastic
And I just dropped an eighth in my 'Wood, we can't match it

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