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47 פילים - CODY & ZACK (Bonus) Lyrics



47 פילים - CODY & ZACK (Bonus) Lyrics
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[ Featuring Fyelow ]

(Damn Blue)
I'm the type to penny pinch, cause I need all mine
We the type to step over that line, we get off sides
I'm the type to penny pinch, cause I need all mine
We the type to step over that line, we get off sides
I'm the type to penny pinch, cause I need all mine
We the type to step over that line, we get off sides
I say yo bitch a open hand, she a strong five
And she still waiting on a response, it's a long line
Aye, hit you with this closed fist like hold this rock
I'd be afraid if you was holding paper, but I know you not
I heard you broke up with yo bitch, I know you hot
I heard that she was trying to give you space like an open shot
I be shitting on niggas and I don't even rap
One day I'ma act like a candle so I can meet my match
We could kick it like shoes, but no strings attached
Man down, this ain't WarZone, you can't bring heem back
Where the fat booty bitches at tell her bring yo back
Skinny nigga call me Fat Joe, I was leanin back
I was in the field like I'm Brett, tryna make a pass
Save the best part for the end, I'm tryna make it last
We gon' put some green on his head, then we gon' mow the grass
Nigga keep on lying to himself, he know he ass
Step up in the spot, nigga rarer than a Kobe pass
Might as well turn the sirens on with yo police ass
Niggas think they fly, but they don't know I got the most clearance
Nowadays the gas louder than divorced parents
Buy some shit and keep the tag on it, now the whores starin'
Lil shorty got a wagon on her like a horse steerin'
I ain't tryna be her man, I'm just friends with her
I got three K's in the crib like I'm Kris Jenner
Yeah my pockets getting big, but they can get bigger
Got a stick tucked by my tummy, this ain't Hilfiger
Three K's in the crib like a klan member
I done told your ass a hundred times that I can't stand niggas
But that's ironic, cause I made it out the hood
I'm tryna move out to the hills and neighbor me a Meagan Good
I just got a new whip and hit the gas cause I was bored
Now the blues up in my mirror like a Sigma in the morning
Accidentally hit the flash, now she know that I recorded
Made her sign an NDA, I told her she cannot report it
She ain't even trip, she told me that she like it, I should forward it
That bih freaky ah f*ck, she throwing it back like I'm being rewarded
I'm in New Orleans, I hit it once, then pass it to my whoadie
Bad bitches in the telly with my brothers, Zack and Cody, yeah
What he say?
Yeah, yeah, yeah
What
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(Damn Blue)
I'm the type to penny pinch, cause I need all mine
We the type to step over that line, we get off sides
I'm the type to penny pinch, cause I need all mine
We the type to step over that line, we get off sides
I'm the type to penny pinch, cause I need all mine
We the type to step over that line, we get off sides
I say yo bitch a open hand, she a strong five
And she still waiting on a response, it's a long line
Aye, hit you with this closed fist like hold this rock
I'd be afraid if you was holding paper, but I know you not
I heard you broke up with yo bitch, I know you hot
I heard that she was trying to give you space like an open shot
I be shitting on niggas and I don't even rap
One day I'ma act like a candle so I can meet my match
We could kick it like shoes, but no strings attached
Man down, this ain't WarZone, you can't bring heem back
Where the fat booty bitches at tell her bring yo back
Skinny nigga call me Fat Joe, I was leanin back
I was in the field like I'm Brett, tryna make a pass
Save the best part for the end, I'm tryna make it last
We gon' put some green on his head, then we gon' mow the grass
Nigga keep on lying to himself, he know he ass
Step up in the spot, nigga rarer than a Kobe pass
Might as well turn the sirens on with yo police ass
Niggas think they fly, but they don't know I got the most clearance
Nowadays the gas louder than divorced parents
Buy some shit and keep the tag on it, now the whores starin'
Lil shorty got a wagon on her like a horse steerin'
I ain't tryna be her man, I'm just friends with her
I got three K's in the crib like I'm Kris Jenner
Yeah my pockets getting big, but they can get bigger
Got a stick tucked by my tummy, this ain't Hilfiger
Three K's in the crib like a klan member
I done told your ass a hundred times that I can't stand niggas
But that's ironic, cause I made it out the hood
I'm tryna move out to the hills and neighbor me a Meagan Good
I just got a new whip and hit the gas cause I was bored
Now the blues up in my mirror like a Sigma in the morning
Accidentally hit the flash, now she know that I recorded
Made her sign an NDA, I told her she cannot report it
She ain't even trip, she told me that she like it, I should forward it
That bih freaky ah f*ck, she throwing it back like I'm being rewarded
I'm in New Orleans, I hit it once, then pass it to my whoadie
Bad bitches in the telly with my brothers, Zack and Cody, yeah
What he say?
Yeah, yeah, yeah
What
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Writer: Tyler Ashley, Jordan Gavins
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47 פילים - CODY & ZACK (Bonus) Video
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Performed By: 47 פילים
Featuring: Fyelow
Language: English
Length: 2:02
Written by: Tyler Ashley, Jordan Gavins

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