Blindman
Z8
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Dreads swinging on my head like a octi Hit them with one verse make them all die I still can't master my mind I ain't tryna be the good or the bad guy I'm tryna get out of my head Can't worry about wasted time Life got me moving fast like a nascar I been moving hella weight like a freight car Still can't get my hand out the cookie jar Know me its the Holy Ghost avatar Know me and D Lil could go bar for bar Donnbemovin Z8 that's a shooting star Mavis in the cut on her jaguar No fucks pull up in a sports car No fucks put the drift in the nascar Man you built like a penguin, Madagascar He really being so soft but the gat hard He really being so soft, really being lame Why you looking so shook why you looking scared Eating motherfucking fruit I ain't talking pears And it look like a flame, like a fucking flare Like a motherfucking stick and its finna get lit Boutta pull up with the chopper and you're finna get hit And you making all this money off the motherfucking bricks Why you eating on a candy, why you eating on a snicker Body feeling tipsy, motherfucking liquor Got the pizza and you know I'm finna flip, yeah That bitch was stepping really hard in them motherfucking kicks, yeah Bitch looking so fine got me biting on my lip, yeah Pull up with the stick then I let it fucking hit, yeah Dreads swinging on my head like a octi Hit them with one verse make them all die I still can't master my mind I ain't tryna be the good or the bad guy I'm tryna get out of my head Can't worry about wasted time I'm tryna get out of my head, aye, aye, aye, aye Dreads swinging on my head like a octi Hit them with one verse make them all die I still can't master my mind I ain't tryna be the good or the bad guy I'm tryna get out of my head Can't worry about wasted time Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, okay! Okay, oh no F*ck on your hoe And you know I'm bout to chill with my bro's Stay with the motherfucking figgity-flow I'm hanging with pop, I look in your eyes I'm getting so hungry I'm wanting some fries He's asleep on the couch, oh yeah he gone lie She's sleep on the couch suck on her nips She's suck on my dick on yeah she gone grip She hang with my guys, I'm putting her on Leave me alone, get off my flow I look really young but act like I'm grown He changing the dates, oh yeah he gone 'pone High in the sky like a fucking drone That internet shit, they thinking 'bout clones 20 piece ain't talking talking no nuggets Ain't got the time told that bitch f*ck it Got work to do tryna reach the summit Sike dingaling all in her stomach My pinky ring is diamond flooded I'm whipping cali in a bucket ACED gang and lousy boyz causing ruckus Like how you pivot when life plummet Aye shoutout nova that my cousin I flip a single to a dozen I get the dough blueberry muffin I'm making something out of something Oh-no My life in slow-mo Vlog my life on this go-pro Till my life ain't here no more, Z Aye, aye, aye, aye Aye, aye, aye, aye Imma, imma, imma, imma, imma Imma say it one time that I ain't the one to f*ck with Wonton eating, finger licking, scrumptious Take her to my lair now its time for consumption Late night pop balloons I'm popping pumpkins Late night we on point like a fucking needle A.C.E.D super live, we like the fucking beetles Battle between good and evil, you know it ain't equal My God already got the keys this low key just a sequel Got the diesel in my tank its time to go to war Feel like twilight zone I'm stepping through the fucking door Earth is temporary I'm talking forevermore I'm a beetle standing, looking at dinosaur Got the pump and it ain't little, told the bitch eskettit Told the bitch I dance with death but I ain't pessimistic We running up the work, we running up the logistics They want me dead, they say it's love but then sit back and wish it I'm 'bout to get a new bitch then I fucking ditch it I'm really messing with your mind finna fucking twist it She spinning on my fucking dick like a fucking fidget She bend it over then she let a nigga fucking hit it She bend it over then she let a nigga fucking dive We in the marathon running in the fucking miles Bout to shoot me with a gun, shank him with a knife He talking shit I'm just chilling with his fucking wife Imma say it one time that I ain't the one to f*ck with Wonton eating, finger licking, scrumptious Take her to my lair now its time for consumption Late night pop balloons I'm popping pumpkins Imma say it one time that I ain't the one to f*ck with Wonton eating, finger licking, scrumptious Take her to my lair now its time for consumption Late night pop balloons I'm popping, aye And its motherfucking popping, aye, uh And its motherfucking popping, aye, yuh And its motherfucking popping, aye, yuh And its motherfucking popping, aye
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