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[Intro]
Germ
[Chorus: ZillaKami]
Hangin' with the pros, she suck on the dick while she touchin' on her toes
I love bein' rich
Takin' niggas' souls, send 'em to the pits
Yeah, he never coming home 'cause that boy a bitch
[Post-Chorus: ZillaKami]
Roll 'em in a blunt, smoke 'em up, puff, puff
Every time you come outside, we gonna beat you up
Roll 'em in a blunt, smoke 'em up, puff, puff
Every time you come outside, we gonna beat you up
[Verse 1: ZillaKami]
Hanging with them scammers and them killers
Why that nigga chattin'? I'll put him in a bag
Hanging with them shootеrs and them drillers
One shot from thе Smith & put that boy on his ass
You a opp, I'm lightin' up your kick back, kick back
Tell me, shoot the nine, nigga, get back, get back
Bulletproof windows, I just sit back, sit back
And watch y'all try to hit, but y'all niggas always miss
[Chorus: ZillaKami]
Hangin' with the pros, she suck on the dick while she touchin' on her toes
I love bein' rich
Takin' niggas' souls, send them to the pits
Yeah, he never coming home 'cause that boy a bitch
Germ
[Chorus: ZillaKami]
Hangin' with the pros, she suck on the dick while she touchin' on her toes
I love bein' rich
Takin' niggas' souls, send 'em to the pits
Yeah, he never coming home 'cause that boy a bitch
[Post-Chorus: ZillaKami]
Roll 'em in a blunt, smoke 'em up, puff, puff
Every time you come outside, we gonna beat you up
Roll 'em in a blunt, smoke 'em up, puff, puff
Every time you come outside, we gonna beat you up
[Verse 1: ZillaKami]
Hanging with them scammers and them killers
Why that nigga chattin'? I'll put him in a bag
Hanging with them shootеrs and them drillers
One shot from thе Smith & put that boy on his ass
You a opp, I'm lightin' up your kick back, kick back
Tell me, shoot the nine, nigga, get back, get back
Bulletproof windows, I just sit back, sit back
And watch y'all try to hit, but y'all niggas always miss
[Chorus: ZillaKami]
Hangin' with the pros, she suck on the dick while she touchin' on her toes
I love bein' rich
Takin' niggas' souls, send them to the pits
Yeah, he never coming home 'cause that boy a bitch
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