lirik lagu zero dolla - chiraq freestyle
[hook]
chiraq where all the homies at
chiraq be where your dome get tapped
chiraq where all that shit hit the fan
chiraq where you die from the hitman
[verse one]
can’t forget bout f-l-a
not chiraq, but tampa bay
8-1-3 bred n raised
nebraska ave where i stay
.38 on my f-ckin waist
aim it at your daughters face
hollow points put you in your place
thats what i’m servin’ today
can’t forget the .45
wear it on my other side
run and hide, you will try
.223 in the trunk of my ride
extended clips and hollow tips
enough to make that body drip
enough to make that body flip
k!ll you and your granny b-tch
i’ll wipe your f-ckin bloodline
for these f-ck niggas, ion got time
grab the gauge, blow out his spine
he tried to take mine
lames remain in your lanes
shoved in a casket, no walk of shame
deebo de niro is to blame
deebo de niro was the hit-mane
stealin’ everyone on this beat
everyone stay in your seat
now succ-mb to your defeat
testing my pride, leave that shit outside
or your -ss won’t make it inside
that means your -ss won’t last
f-ck the dea and fbi
f-ckin’ with me is suicide
.357 for the judge and jury
and the district attorney
i got this 30-30
keep it like the wild west
’round here, f-ck niggas get laid to rest
no stress zone, in my flex zone
his brains blown by the tone
mary-j concentrates, keep it on my dinner plate
cause death row; my fate
f-ck niggas that love to hate
i bust this k, you gon’ learn today
tampa bay don’t play
[hook]
[verse two]
maxing out, no giving up, there’s no taping out
to fast, i’m quick as i get -ss, no ratchet pussy ill p-ss
garbage shit, no trash, spray on you, no splash
back from the county, warrant arrest, but no bounty
32 days for me, nasty -ss food, i just won’t eat
no test, no pop quiz, pop the lite, let fizz
i use to be normal but i changed, add a few things to this bucket list
put it together, a life story, hears a twist
game player, born slayer, no f-cks to give, none taking either
i don’t f-ck with stupid -ss b-tches, f-ck me over i’ll leave her
violence, gandhi style, i just won’t beater
no quad style, i roll in that, two seater
call me fake, calm like the lake, test me, i won’t break
wined me up, turn up, party like a freak
nasty pictures, nudes leak, sneak peak
my b-tch is too good, your hoes can’t compete
tell them get down dog, here’s a treat
kiss my -ss; kiss my feet, k!lling on the sick -ss beat
not shooting in street, but don’t test me
gripping that hand gun, it’s a 38
walking with a strap on my hip, i never used it
say what you want to say, call me a pussy, but i am what i get
[outro]
you f-ck around; you f-ck around, you f-ck around, no joke
you f-ck around, you f-ck around, and you f-ck around, no joke
you f-ck around; you f-ck around, you f-ck around ,no joke
you f-ck around, you f-ck around, and you f-ck around, no joke
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