Testo Zoned Out - Lil Keed
Testo della canzone Zoned Out (Lil Keed), tratta dall'album Trapped On Cleveland 2
Know what I'm sayin', I just, uh
Close my eyes in the booth, right?
Man, knew what happened right?
Turn up slimeball
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
If a nigga think Lil Keed goin' down, that's a motherfuckin' lie
Hide your nigga in the street
Find your 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, wear them out
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
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
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
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
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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