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zotiyac - f iz ah joint كلمات الأغنية

[chorus]
uh, rollin’ up ‘woods, what the f_ck is a joint?
it was hollows inside it, he takin’ them points
i f_ck yo’ b_tch just to make me a point (heal)
n_gga don’t want no beef, we be eatin’ sirloin
he ain’t gettin’ no paper, i think he like coin
my b_tch f_ckin’ a b_tch and i think i might join
suckin’ my glock ’cause it’s right by my groin

[verse]
yeah, she suckin’ the d_ck, she know what i be doin’
i been gettin’ to the money, you n_ggas ain’t knowin’
whippin’ this b_tch, a v_12, f_ck the owner
i’m always outside, but f_ck 12 and corona
you cough on a thot and a b_tch is not showin’
she can not do sh_t if the b_tch is not hoin’
he grippin’ the stick, but the b_tch is not blowin’
got hit in his sh_t ’cause that n_gga not totin’ (ayy)
bust down a b_tch then i bust down a play
you need some cake? i got one thousand ways
if you f_ckin’ with me then you f_ckin’ with pay
that b_tch f_ckin’ for free, no, i ain’t finna pay
f_ckin’ with gang, get yo’ candle lit, b_tch, get to icin’ that boy and then blow out his cake
yeah, her n_gga had her, she was playin’ my sh_t, got the n_gga so mad, smack this b_tch in the face
ball hard, b_tch, i don’t need a headband, got me ashin’ on two_hunnid dollar sweatpants
got my right hand man shootin’ out the left hand in the passenger seat with a ten fn
b_tch wanna f_ck, but she don’t got the bucks
on the way back home, i’ma tell her, “good luck”
man, these b_tches be broke than a motherf_ckin’ crush
i do not f_ck with them, say they never discuss
said she tryna get lunch, so it’s her in the back and my glock in the front
now we back at the crib and she think i’m the one
got yo’ b_tch off the sh_ts, shoot more shots than a gun
and these n_ggas be talkin’ like they gon’ blow some’
but they do not want none this smo_smoke in my lungs
put a hole in yo’ lungs, smo_smoke in my gun
got a arp, that b_tch bigger than pun (no joke)
don’t talk to me, n_gga, just bite yo’ tongue
think the cat got that b_tch how these n_ggas say none’
and be talkin’ ’bout money, but ain’t gettin’ none
boy, this clip hold a hunnid, you ain’t gettin’ one
you’ll be lucky if you catch like fifty and don’t catch like sixty from outta that pump
dumpin’ that b_tch like i’m out in the front, you hear me pullin’ up before i even come
i’m on that loud sh_t, what’s in the front?
come take a look and get stuffed up in that
fn hold twenty, it’s stuffed up in that
these ain’t no rubber bullets, stuff up in that
smoke that lil’ boy, get to bustin’ his ass, and then roll up some ‘wood, he get puffed up in that (uh, uh)
boy, i be chokin’ off gas while yo’ b_tch suckin’ d_ck, she be chokin’ off that
n_ggas be federal, posin’ on apps
it ain’t that sad if he ‘posed to get whacked
n_gga want smoke then he ‘posed to get that
you can get yo’ ass hit, you just ‘posed to hit back
we in the hummer, like soldiers in that
all these cans in this car, look like colas in that
finna hop out the car with the po_go and that
you get shot and then fall out yo’ polo and hat
[chorus]
uh, rollin’ up ‘woods, what the f_ck is a joint?
it was hollows inside it, he takin’ them points
i f_ck yo’ b_tch just to make me a point
n_gga don’t want no beef, we be eatin’ sirloin
he ain’t gettin’ no paper, i think he like coin
my b_tch f_ckin’ a b_tch and i think i might join
suckin’ my glock ’cause it’s right by my groin

- zotiyac

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