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Correct Zoned Out Lyrics
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[Intro] Know what I'm sayin', I just, uh Close my eyes in the booth, right? And this what happens, right? Turn up slimeball [Chorus] Yeah, all these hoes in my phone I can't give her up, she my home Stack that paper and I stretch it a mile long Big blunts, double cups, in my zone Real niggas don't play Dread head, mayday If I'm the turtle, you the rabbit And I'll still win the race Niggas beefin', they can have it I'm gon' bust down the face I'ma still keep a ratchet Just in case they wanna play [Verse 1] If a nigga think Lil Keed goin' down, that's a motherfuckin' lie Hottest young nigga in the streets, flyest young nigga in the sky A nigga can't match these rhymes A nigga can't match this drip A nigga can't match this style Runnin' racks up and pop my shit Tell a pussy nigga stop 'round Gotta beat her lil back out Sip the double cup 'til a nigga pass out Nigga know I'm the young GOAT, where the mountain? She know the pussy good, I get happy like a child (yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah), she never runnin' her mouth I'm dripped out year 'round, push start leavin' now [Chorus] Yeah, all these hoes in my phone I can't give her up, she my home Stack that paper and I stretch it a mile long Big blunts, double cups, in my zone Real niggas don't play Dread head, mayday If I'm the turtle, you the rabbit And I'll still win the race Niggas beefin', they can have it I'm gon' bust down the face I'ma still keep a ratchet Just in case they wanna play [Verse 2] Nigga better stay out my way Nigga better stay out my face No I don't kick fake shit one day Then be friends next day No I don't move that way Sell a lot of D, we sold I think 'bout that shit every day Smoke big blunts, make the pain go away No father and son time, ain't no birthdays I'm in the studio gettin' it in I already got a couple hits Just tryna make my way to Billboard I ain't say it was easy I beat it down 'til she leakin' Then I pass her ass to the clique Then they gon' do the same thing Now you know these bitches ain't shit [Chorus] Yeah, all these hoes in my phone I can't give her up, she my home Stack that paper and I stretch it a mile long Big blunts, double cups, in my zone Real niggas don't play Dread head, mayday If I'm the turtle, you the rabbit And I'll still win the race Niggas beefin', they can have it I'm gon' bust down the face I'ma still keep a ratchet Just in case they wanna play [Outro] Just in case they wanna, just in case they wanna play Just in case they wanna, just in case they wanna play Just in case they wanna, just in case they wanna play Just in case they wanna, just in case they wanna play
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