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lirik lagu zivy - five-nine

[intro]
“man, zivy can’t rap. he just rhymes a couple words and calls himself a rapper; he ain’t got no flow, no cadence, no meaning… does he?”
ay ay

[hook}

swadeshi swag man i got this sh-t in the bag
in my rap when i go and i go with my flow so bad
all these rappers tryna get where i’m at
but i’m low and i’m low and i show no sad
throw and i throw these hoes so fast
no cap, real talk been brought sins shot
gins bought when i’m 5’9 try mine in my
rap i’m fine ay

[verse 1]

swadeshi swag is what i tell them
my accent sure i got dealt them
so i felt them when i rent ben
10 on my wrist thats a peng ten
pilot pen blue sh-t next to me
see these stories store bought fendi
don’t get senti, can get three, no point
to spend three i just be free
and i don’t really see but i tell them
can be mean i sell them my story
thats easy got no yeezys
that sh-ts easy breezy feazy
i told you, its all in the bag
my laptops in my back like rap, god
ain’t that a fact? sure, but i
can’t no more so i go

[hook}

[verse 2]

i ain’t good with where i’m at, no sir
can’t have a milky cat only all black like
the crow y’all compare me @ the brown boy
with his gat and his silly rap i go
same old flow making me grow with every bar
i impose on you child i grow so much more

and i’m bored of your fake rap sh-t
all your backed trap sh-t
while i’m just tryna pop sh-t in the mosh pit
got your mama she throw glances that’s cap
like ransom she say handsome while they pull up
to the mansion so i sanction while i bash them
so once more and i go with the same old flow

[hook}

[verse 3}

bombay sh-t i run you know when it rains some
not guns but ill come at the top once
stay at the top while they lock buns, pop some
pillies i’m weak no way but i drop some
godly flow from the north pole
cold as h-ll but man just sought more
come through the door with my 5’9’’ glow
sideman sh-t, on the “road to the show”

lyrical, when i step inside the booth
yes i lied to you, and i’m fine with you
leaving behind i’m ruthless like hyde in boots
you’re hiding roots yeah, got my diamond loots
so when i rap like bas like this on a track
see your comments that i’m wack thats behind my back
in my dm you slide, say the others are cr-p
but man, “zivy, d-mn son you can rap!”

meet me, at the london
j.cole cause now i’m under suns
you don’t understand but i’ll run some
over ‘cause well i’m the fun one
come as a nun, priest say i’m done
down bad come son lets shun one
talk much zivy gon’ gun some
gonna get some ransom my fans sons

all star team we the golden state
dreamville team we’ve gone lucid mate
come through to me, don’t be afraid
wordplay like z, i drop it late
brownboy accent come through
bombay town man i run through
townie gang fans, i love you!
“oh zivy, horus bombed through!”

-bang bang- shot dead, why god why
gangnam style, hip-hop like psy
stranger things, hop died goodbye
hawkeye, one shot, one k!ll no lie
-bang bang-, -click-clack- get it right back
shaq to my kobe, godd-mn, you’re wack
distort your voice, pull up to the crib, cut the lid
pop the mac, -bang bang- pull the mac

[hook}

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