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