Mint Condtion
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Big bad bitch, you see in front of you
New model [?]
Never seen someone do this before
Keep it so cute but the ass [?], uh oh
Can you believe I'm making all this money?
No they don't
'Cause they wanna see you looking like a dummy, that's for sure
Come in on the black horse carriage
They ask my hand in marriage
But I am a hot doll
Energy big, now, me and my bitch do damage
Me and Zeppy on the scene
Choppin' hoes like guillotine
Call a bitch like ass and cream, they green
And you keep running but I know you want it
I do it better always even on the low
A hundred milli, I can feel it coming
They got no bread and the saddest fucking shows
Straight out the box in mint condition
Zeppy is the new edition
Schoolin' these hoes, 100k tuition
These niggas is pussy, no circumcision
All these bitches do is fight me
Buy me cars and book my flights
My come up got these pussies tight
Heavy weight, y'all bitches light
You could never be me, stop fakin'
Been the Z-print, all these bitches heads aching
Study my style, y'all trying to recreate
You could never emulate
Z.E.P. the fucking great
I eat these hoes, come lick my plate
Y'all had your time, now it's cut
Me and Looney in the game, time to step ya pens up
Had to clear your lens up
Pretty pink Benz truck
Surpassing all you bitches now y'all left in the dust
Ha, your dead, your dead
Stackin' money in my crib
Bling bussin on my wrist
Bitches will get slit
Niggas smoking on that mid
Niggas looking like some lids
Wanna lick me like a lollipop
Titties busting out the seams, could never stop
Bitches mad 'cause they ain't the topic of convo, uh-huh
I'm beating pockets like some congos
Smoking sheets of Fronto
All y'all know what's up
I'm cooling in the cut though
Yeah, I'm fucking cut-throat
I can't help it
Snap on bitches, going gun-hoe
I'm propelling, ya ya
Let them tell it
Why these hoes wanna make me the villain?
Bust through the ceiling, paper shades, chilling
Shoo, broke bitch, go fold my linen
Big bank got, lil bitch you grilling
And you keep running but I know you want it
I do it better always, even on the low
A hundred milli, I can feel it coming
They got no bread and the saddest fucking shows
And you keep running but I know you want it
I do it better always, even on the low
A hundred milli, I can feel it coming
They got no bread and the saddest fucking shows