Frisco Shit Zaytoven & Fo15 (Ft. KxNG LLAMA, Lil Bean, Prezi & ZayBang)
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[Verse 1: ZayBang]
Nigga, it get sleaze
Tell him if he come, then come with Ps
We on some city shit, I'm from the Ts
Wash my bottoms, 'cause they bleed
Every bitch I'm with gon' come with cheese
And if we politickin', who want Bean?
I could make niggas believe
And I could show a bitch how to achieve
Told my son watch the streets, 'cause they mean
And be solid to your team
Money on his head, you know he green
FN, I can't stuff it in my jeans
On his head I put the beam
[Chorus: KxNG LLAMA]
We gon' make 'em all believе
Heart turned cold, but I still wear it on my sleevе
We gon' kill 'em all, but they say death come in threes
So if they take my brother, we gon' take two at least, yeah
Let's set some plays for some Ms when we huddled up
We know times get hard, that's why we stack it like a double cup
And if I fall off, I know my brother there to pick me up
Feed him all slugs, I hope his brother there to pick him up
We gon' make 'em all believe
Heart turned cold, but I still wear it on my sleeve
We gon' kill 'em all, but they say death come in threes
So if they take my brother, we gon' take two at least, yeah
Nigga, it get sleaze
Tell him if he come, then come with Ps
We on some city shit, I'm from the Ts
Wash my bottoms, 'cause they bleed
Every bitch I'm with gon' come with cheese
And if we politickin', who want Bean?
I could make niggas believe
And I could show a bitch how to achieve
Told my son watch the streets, 'cause they mean
And be solid to your team
Money on his head, you know he green
FN, I can't stuff it in my jeans
On his head I put the beam
[Chorus: KxNG LLAMA]
We gon' make 'em all believе
Heart turned cold, but I still wear it on my sleevе
We gon' kill 'em all, but they say death come in threes
So if they take my brother, we gon' take two at least, yeah
Let's set some plays for some Ms when we huddled up
We know times get hard, that's why we stack it like a double cup
And if I fall off, I know my brother there to pick me up
Feed him all slugs, I hope his brother there to pick him up
We gon' make 'em all believe
Heart turned cold, but I still wear it on my sleeve
We gon' kill 'em all, but they say death come in threes
So if they take my brother, we gon' take two at least, yeah
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