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Zhit talk
by Ray
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I say right after I fuck you bae I'm trynna hit your best friend
I done worked my wrist so much I still can't use my left hand
Got married to the money and the hustle was my best man
Niggas think they run the streets and still ain't never checked in
Few bands spent on some pints , yo dope ain't right I jus got to smell it
Double up my price, don't give a fuck how low they sell it
Keep niggas out my business on the pillow they be telling
My lungs gone need a break from all this smoke that I'm inhaling
I'm trynna hit a lick bro ain't on shit he got me pissed off
Stop bitching , all that nagging girl you finally make my dick soft
Fucked off your rent just on my bitch
I admit I like to trick off, stay scheming trynna flood the streets
My pockets built like Rick Ross
Boy how yo ass a gangster when they seen you made
Your heart drop ?
The lick just want a gram an expect my ass to waste a zip lock
These niggas really funny I get on the beat and shit talk
I ran it up myself so I can't call no nigga big dog
I say right after I fuck you bae I'm trynna hit your best friend
I done worked my wrist so much I still can't use my left hand
Got married to the money and the hustle was my best man
These niggas think they run the streets and still ain't never checked in
Few bands spent on some pints
Yo dope ain't right just got to smell it
Doubled up my price, don't give a fuck how low they sell it
Keep niggas out my business on the pillow they be telling
My lungs gone need a break from all this smoke that I'm inhaling
I say right after I fuck you bae I'm trynna hit your best friend
I done worked my wrist so much I still can't use my left hand
Got married to the money and the hustle was my best man
Niggas think they run the streets and still ain't never checked in
Few bands spent on some pints , yo dope ain't right I jus got to smell it
Double up my price, don't give a fuck how low they sell it
Keep niggas out my business on the pillow they be telling
My lungs gone need a break from all this smoke that I'm inhaling
I'm trynna hit a lick bro ain't on shit he got me pissed off
Stop bitching , all that nagging girl you finally make my dick soft
Fucked off your rent just on my bitch
I admit I like to trick off, stay scheming trynna flood the streets
My pockets built like Rick Ross
Boy how yo ass a gangster when they seen you made
Your heart drop ?
The lick just want a gram an expect my ass to waste a zip lock
These niggas really funny I get on the beat and shit talk
I ran it up myself so I can't call no nigga big dog
I say right after I fuck you bae I'm trynna hit your best friend
I done worked my wrist so much I still can't use my left hand
Got married to the money and the hustle was my best man
These niggas think they run the streets and still ain't never checked in
Few bands spent on some pints
Yo dope ain't right just got to smell it
Doubled up my price, don't give a fuck how low they sell it
Keep niggas out my business on the pillow they be telling
My lungs gone need a break from all this smoke that I'm inhaling
