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Correct Zaytoven Freestyle Lyrics
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[Intro] Zaytoven [Verse] That bitch got a big head, fuckin' on a big kid Smoke exotic Backwoods, we don't do the zigzag I'ma get geeked then go and get some new tats Poppin' extra time, no, we don't do the toe tag Come to me, trust you gettin' taxed, yeah, wholesale Got used to the riches, now I'm takin' bubble baths Solitary stones in the chain cost a couple racks All in my business, lil' bitch, get your nose back I'm the realest of 'em all but y'all been knew that I'm the real G.O.A.T., I'm poppin' on anything Wrist hittin' hard, could've swear it was Liu Kang Every time I drop me a top, I get new stains Every time switched out the car, I get new brains Strapped up, C4, I'm blowin' up like Hussein Ice cream diamonds, could've swore I was Gucci Mane On a Zaytoven beat gettin' sucked by a freak Soon as I get numb, skeet, skeet, skeet Blizzard goin' on on my neck, come ski Rob a nigga with a mask, shout out boy Ski Got a redhead bitch, wanna meet Yachty Rich nigga zone, yeah, these Bartis Clear diamonds on, you don't need Visine Money stackin' up taller than Yao Ming Cash on me like XO I'm at blazing, not Fredo My shooters don't care for payroll Long as I live, that's all they go Family over everything, that's goals It's money all the time, can't stop, I want more Get in my zone, go and put it on a show Cup red, geekin' off a Perc', I'm floatin' Hit 'em with a right and left and elbow Remain solid and stick to the code Pull up with the bros, used to kick doors Bring 'em back to school then get it sold Know I get to poppin' my shit, come over Loving poppin' beans, love my Zoes I respect my partners most when they let me know We don't do 'em wrong when I'm not in my zone Everybody got a Glock when we leave home Vibin', music, smokin', hoes It's a lifestyle, this just what goin' on White boy drip, tatted up, Post Malone Eyes real low, I'm the new Cheech & Chong Travis Scott on my ho, pick up the phone Infinity bars comin' straight off the dome Infinity cars pullin' up my home Gas in the drawer, dispensary weed Rollin' it up, big deuce, no twigs I ain't met a real nigga yet to call twin That fake motion picture money, I don't trust them bands Racks on the passenger, ridin' in the Benz Upgraded ceiling, windows tinted Yeah, they can't throw ten but he ain't hold a SIG With a monkey on that bitch, he ready to split a wig Done got bad body hoes (Hood Baby) You better keep a clean nose (Hood Baby) When you real, it shows (Hood Baby) No nothing we lettin' go (Hood Baby) Be proud, you can stand ten toes (Hood Baby) Make sure they imprinted in the floor (Hood Baby) 'Cause that one time you fuck up (Hood Baby) I might be the one wipe your nose (Hood Baby)
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