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[Los] Z-E-R O-G-R A-V-I-T-Y Haters wish that they could play me out then lay me out to dry Told them I would be the best, tried to make me out a liar Sucker n*gga in the hood, ain't want me to make it out alive I swear that Lambo and that Bentley look like they be bout to fly Tell them lames soon as I cop 'em, come and take me out the sky I'm in love with your girlfriend, I'm crazy about her thighs But she ain't pregnant by me 'less she having babies out her eyes Think about it like damn, every time we do it I just let my fluid go all over her two lips I don't give her roses, I just give her new dick She let me beat, I make her sing and sound like I produced it Who you got me confused with? Yeah, I'm on my new sh*t My two thousand and ten flow sound like three thousand and two sh*t No need to introduce it, your b*tch know bout that Zero I let her blow my whistle and she let me shoot a free throw B*tches like to meet Los in V.I.P and be close I tell 'em it's all gravy baby, chicken, rice and meatloaf Plush colored Chevy drop, seats look like weed smoke Ocean blue watch bezel, face look like a speed boat Better have my C-Notes, b*tch if you don't pay me I'm Sha-nay-nay with that chopper, have folks screaming you so crazy Zero, b*tch I need my bread, big ego like Gina head Boss b*tches like Lola said, bad b*tches like Trina said Freak me like Adina said, f*ck me good, suck me great Pin me to the bed, take this to the head and suffocate Grab her chin, f*ck her face, never show a slut respect You cuddle up and kiss that b*tch, I'm trying to break her f*cking neck You trying to break a f*cking check, cop that b*tch a Louie bag Who the f*ck you get that from and where the f*ck they do that at? |