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• Artiste: ZayBang
• Titre: Road Runnin
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(Billboard, how you make this?) Ayy, look, nigga, I been road runnin' And I don't need no nigga with me (Ayy), I been pole clutchin' But if you see a nigga with me, he gon' fold somethin' Can't ask questions 'bout the shit 'cause I don't know nothin' Ayy, look, I got his bitch off my song, she tryna dance with me He told her turn that shit off but he a fan, nigga And every time I hit the door, I'm bringin' bands with me They hate it when they say my name, they can't stand niggas Steak fries with the juice, it's a light day We havin' money, we don't check what the price say You better not tell him you be with me, they don't likе Zay They tried to tell mе bring two, but I brung 5K If niggas havin' drank for sale, we need the whole pint My bank straight (Ayy) like I stepped on a gold mine He got a gun, that lil' nigga, he just don't fight So if he gotta get it poppin' (Grrah), then it's go time A nigga try to cross the line, that's a trespass His bitch had a Dior bag (Ayy), but with a bus pass And she don't even want a whip (Ayy), she just fuck back They got my brother in that jam (Look), he just lost straps I had to turn my phone off, they call from fake lines My opps broke down, they don't never cross no state lines We sittin' down (Look), when we eat, I like my steak fine I lost the Cartier skele' (Ayy), I can't waste time And I ain't never been no runner, I count up racks Could still ball everyday if I say fuck rap I'm havin' motion on my neighbors, think I cook crack I'm just in love (Ayy) with the cars and I love racks And all the shit a nigga seen, it make my heart cold They know that nigga gettin' paid, Benny park loads A real dog with no juice, I get Parvo If brodie ain't got no Percs (Yeah), he do narcos He kinda different off them pills he the jigga man If everybody for they self let's fight kill a men She say she just heard of Zay, but she a Skilla fan My brother down for the beezy (Ayy), had to steal a man Boom, boom, boom Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom Boom, boom, boom, boom