Yo, what's up, bitches
B to the I to the G to the B-O-U-T-Y
Sinex, ANSER
Where we at
Zsenki house, motherf*ckers
Zsenki house
Yeah
Zsenk house
Yeah, what's up
Yeah
Hey, yo, I'm going down south
Where they got rotten cheese forgot the beef
Somebody went and lost their cheese
I'm going home for provolone, never going back
Ice cream cones and calzones
I'm living like a Mack, driven like a Lack
Get some this and that and mix it with some yak
Get to chit and chat and tell the chick my dick is getting fat
If she wanna get lit, she can roll a spliff of wrap
Bitch, you best hit and pass
I don't really give a crap, cause I don't even take shits
All I do is spit a jack
Yes, I love my great knits
And all my fitted hats
Yes, I'm contagious
And y'all say y'all sick of that
Y'all haters
And conscious behaviors with the gimmicks at
Yeah, y'all rap majors
So tell me where your lyrics at
Artificial flavor, dawg
Tell me where you print it at
Well, I forgot it's processed
It's not hot, it's cold
When a rock sets it so hot
You stop, drop, and roll, huh
You think you nice as me
Yes
This is Zenki House
Zsenki House
That's where it is
F*ck all that other bullshit
That's right
And every cat I meet, like, yeah, rap nice with hip-hop
Whenever we react, get this motherf*cker gridlocked
We spit like two glocks
Equip a hollow tip, three shots
Clips spit through cops
I'll shine like solar eclipse
F*ckin' sunads in comparison to mine
You'll go blind because it's too hot
Hit you like true shots straight from the roots pop
It ain't never gon' stop, cause we remain on top
Kick shit like One Bak
And you thought you had it huh
Question who's the baddest, ain't get shown up by far
Askin' if you can see my scars
Gettin' blown up like some star
Dust for even thinkin' you can spar with us
Thoughts preposterous, hopes low
Like the f*ckin' bottom
Hope we don't have a problem
Ain't no way you stoppin' us
We rollin' with the iller team
Lotta killas in my team
Your crew was grillin' me
Threw they heads up in the guillotine
Can't fulfill they scheme
Chill with Henry smoke a 8th, dawg
Know what I mean
Ain't no question in these incidents
Flow unique like fingerprints
Dance on beats with diligence
Crackin' bones with microphones
You better get some tourniquets
In tournaments, I tear ligaments
Your life predicaments
Let's burn the blunt and finish this
Terrific, so I'm rippin' it
Don't get it twisted, kid
Dawg, I never been caught
But yo, I never been innocent
That's right
Straight up and down, bitch
And when I'm, uh
Not makin' love to your mom's face
We up in Zeke's house doin' it like that
Straight up
See you on the flip side
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English
Yo, what's up, bitches
B to the I to the G to the B-O-U-T-Y
Sinex, ANSER
Where we at
Zsenki house, motherf*ckers
Zsenki house
Yeah
Zsenk house
Yeah, what's up
Yeah
Hey, yo, I'm going down south
Where they got rotten cheese forgot the beef
Somebody went and lost their cheese
I'm going home for provolone, never going back
Ice cream cones and calzones
I'm living like a Mack, driven like a Lack
Get some this and that and mix it with some yak
Get to chit and chat and tell the chick my dick is getting fat
If she wanna get lit, she can roll a spliff of wrap
Bitch, you best hit and pass
I don't really give a crap, cause I don't even take shits
All I do is spit a jack
Yes, I love my great knits
And all my fitted hats
Yes, I'm contagious
And y'all say y'all sick of that
Y'all haters
And conscious behaviors with the gimmicks at
Yeah, y'all rap majors
So tell me where your lyrics at
Artificial flavor, dawg
Tell me where you print it at
Well, I forgot it's processed
It's not hot, it's cold
When a rock sets it so hot
You stop, drop, and roll, huh
You think you nice as me
Yes
This is Zenki House
Zsenki House
That's where it is
F*ck all that other bullshit
That's right
And every cat I meet, like, yeah, rap nice with hip-hop
Whenever we react, get this motherf*cker gridlocked
We spit like two glocks
Equip a hollow tip, three shots
Clips spit through cops
I'll shine like solar eclipse
F*ckin' sunads in comparison to mine
You'll go blind because it's too hot
Hit you like true shots straight from the roots pop
It ain't never gon' stop, cause we remain on top
Kick shit like One Bak
And you thought you had it huh
Question who's the baddest, ain't get shown up by far
Askin' if you can see my scars
Gettin' blown up like some star
Dust for even thinkin' you can spar with us
Thoughts preposterous, hopes low
Like the f*ckin' bottom
Hope we don't have a problem
Ain't no way you stoppin' us
We rollin' with the iller team
Lotta killas in my team
Your crew was grillin' me
Threw they heads up in the guillotine
Can't fulfill they scheme
Chill with Henry smoke a 8th, dawg
Know what I mean
Ain't no question in these incidents
Flow unique like fingerprints
Dance on beats with diligence
Crackin' bones with microphones
You better get some tourniquets
In tournaments, I tear ligaments
Your life predicaments
Let's burn the blunt and finish this
Terrific, so I'm rippin' it
Don't get it twisted, kid
Dawg, I never been caught
But yo, I never been innocent
That's right
Straight up and down, bitch
And when I'm, uh
Not makin' love to your mom's face
We up in Zeke's house doin' it like that
Straight up
See you on the flip side
B to the I to the G to the B-O-U-T-Y
Sinex, ANSER
Where we at
Zsenki house, motherf*ckers
Zsenki house
Yeah
Zsenk house
Yeah, what's up
Yeah
Hey, yo, I'm going down south
Where they got rotten cheese forgot the beef
Somebody went and lost their cheese
I'm going home for provolone, never going back
Ice cream cones and calzones
I'm living like a Mack, driven like a Lack
Get some this and that and mix it with some yak
Get to chit and chat and tell the chick my dick is getting fat
If she wanna get lit, she can roll a spliff of wrap
Bitch, you best hit and pass
I don't really give a crap, cause I don't even take shits
All I do is spit a jack
Yes, I love my great knits
And all my fitted hats
Yes, I'm contagious
And y'all say y'all sick of that
Y'all haters
And conscious behaviors with the gimmicks at
Yeah, y'all rap majors
So tell me where your lyrics at
Artificial flavor, dawg
Tell me where you print it at
Well, I forgot it's processed
It's not hot, it's cold
When a rock sets it so hot
You stop, drop, and roll, huh
You think you nice as me
Yes
This is Zenki House
Zsenki House
That's where it is
F*ck all that other bullshit
That's right
And every cat I meet, like, yeah, rap nice with hip-hop
Whenever we react, get this motherf*cker gridlocked
We spit like two glocks
Equip a hollow tip, three shots
Clips spit through cops
I'll shine like solar eclipse
F*ckin' sunads in comparison to mine
You'll go blind because it's too hot
Hit you like true shots straight from the roots pop
It ain't never gon' stop, cause we remain on top
Kick shit like One Bak
And you thought you had it huh
Question who's the baddest, ain't get shown up by far
Askin' if you can see my scars
Gettin' blown up like some star
Dust for even thinkin' you can spar with us
Thoughts preposterous, hopes low
Like the f*ckin' bottom
Hope we don't have a problem
Ain't no way you stoppin' us
We rollin' with the iller team
Lotta killas in my team
Your crew was grillin' me
Threw they heads up in the guillotine
Can't fulfill they scheme
Chill with Henry smoke a 8th, dawg
Know what I mean
Ain't no question in these incidents
Flow unique like fingerprints
Dance on beats with diligence
Crackin' bones with microphones
You better get some tourniquets
In tournaments, I tear ligaments
Your life predicaments
Let's burn the blunt and finish this
Terrific, so I'm rippin' it
Don't get it twisted, kid
Dawg, I never been caught
But yo, I never been innocent
That's right
Straight up and down, bitch
And when I'm, uh
Not makin' love to your mom's face
We up in Zeke's house doin' it like that
Straight up
See you on the flip side
Writer: Michael Johnson, Greg Lewis
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid