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Paroles de Z-Day

Interprètes Ski Mask the Slump GodYung SimmieDenzel Curry

Paroles de la chanson Z-Day par Ski Mask the Slump God lyrics officiel

Z-Day est une chanson en Anglais

Haha, bitch, haha, skrt, fwoof, bitch
You fall like coddled bourgeois!
(Ayy, ayy, ayy) ricky Bobby
Insta-Kill!
Ha ha haha, whip whip whip (Bitch, bitch)
Jeff Gordon, haha, bitch
Ayy, Z-Day, ayy, ayy

Parkinson's, Parkinson's, Parkinson's
Wrist game on Parkinson's like
I can't park again, mm
Your girl is feeding me
Chocolate in Charlie's factory
Bitch, you my moccasins, mm (Ayy, mhm)
I then might cut out your arteries
I done a- I done smile at the thought of it
Mm "I ate the heart of a Baphomet"
Is what I say when they
Ask for start of this, mm
Hickory, hickory, guns with the thickery
Just gave your ass an epiphany, mm (Epiphany)
Jewelry, jewelry, your jewelry foolery
Look like you got it from Tiffany, mm
(Jewlery, woo)
Ride on your bitch like a swing, wee!
I steady doing my thing, ee! (Whoa)
Checkmate me bitch I'm a king, ayy (Ayy)
She sucked me, R kelly, I sing (Wet, wet)

I'm sending shots at your skeleton
Wrapping my flag, no Confederate
I pull up and my niggas pop at you (Pow, pow)
You talking, my niggas ain't hearing it
(Pew, pew)
I'm from the city, you better go get it
Or you gon' get left by yourself, damn
I be fucking these bitches
No loving these bitches
The chopper is right on the shelf
I'm just a young nigga
I don't know these niggas
I came in the game by myself (Myself)
And I am too cold, I won't sell my soul
Real nigga, I'll never fold
My young niggas wylin', you slipping
They get you, you better be tucking your gold
My young niggas riding, they with me
We gooning and we sending shot at your dome
(Ayy)

Look at me looking luxurious
Diamonds dancing it's the federation
I'm the overlord dressed in all black
And I'm balling, no Voldemort
None of the sorcery could
Penetrate my forcefield
Lord willing, imperialism
Pistol popping on the crackers at
The 181st Street Mall
Damn, them crackers wanna see a nigga fall
No Niagara but the boy be flowing
Like a record spinning in the DJ Quik
Man, the situations getting kinda thick
Can't envision niggas out here getting rich
Since you up, and you black and you innocent
I am significant, I wanna step my rich market
Banana clips when I'm busting (yeah, woo)
Curry the killer, the nigga
I'll shoot up your squad
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