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Kwtfu Video (MV)




Performed By: Zap Zoela
Language: English
Length: 3:07
Written by: Chaz Jackson




Zap Zoela - Kwtfu Lyrics




You know just where to find us
Late night let the trap speak
Kitchen counter got the yappa on a trapese
And
Pill plug
JAP NES
Rob that nigga if taxing
It's California in this Florida home
In niggas hood pint on me of
Motor oil
Any niggga I f*ck with I been more then loyal
I got good numbers I been spoiled
To say that I'm from Myrtle beach
Says a lot about my grind
I wonder why I ain't famous yet
I ain't rushing it take time
Glock in my pants right now
I'll take yours 4 u you take mine
I'm in the streets niggas I can't hide
I'll drop a bag if I can't slide
Make your dawg come and do it
And he claim same side
Cant love what ain't mine
Money bag under my eye and I take pride
I dont complain cause I ain't die
I can't complain cause I ain't dead
They thought them mf was so real
Till they lost they stripes in the fed
I fed niggas
I help nigga go and eat
I set up niggas
Helped some niggas go to sleep
And
I ain't never in no beef
Cause when they want it they ain't never in no reach
It's the weekend I'm in Miami Beach
And Its 3am I cant even close my eyes
Cause I'm high out my mind and got to drive
They say niggas like me get to heaven
But sometimes I think I'm gonna fry
It's a party I bring my own fie
It's a party I brought my own gun
These niggas ain't real know they ain't gone poke nothing
No window shopping you ain't buying u can't cum in
My trap
My money
My rules
Try me
Try them
You loose
I burn Mac
I burn cookies
No glue
I burn runts
Big backwood of it too
No fronts
Big money big moves
I picked you
You picked him
So you loose
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You know just where to find us
Late night let the trap speak
Kitchen counter got the yappa on a trapese
And
Pill plug
JAP NES
Rob that nigga if taxing
It's California in this Florida home
In niggas hood pint on me of
Motor oil
Any niggga I f*ck with I been more then loyal
I got good numbers I been spoiled
To say that I'm from Myrtle beach
Says a lot about my grind
I wonder why I ain't famous yet
I ain't rushing it take time
Glock in my pants right now
I'll take yours 4 u you take mine
I'm in the streets niggas I can't hide
I'll drop a bag if I can't slide
Make your dawg come and do it
And he claim same side
Cant love what ain't mine
Money bag under my eye and I take pride
I dont complain cause I ain't die
I can't complain cause I ain't dead
They thought them mf was so real
Till they lost they stripes in the fed
I fed niggas
I help nigga go and eat
I set up niggas
Helped some niggas go to sleep
And
I ain't never in no beef
Cause when they want it they ain't never in no reach
It's the weekend I'm in Miami Beach
And Its 3am I cant even close my eyes
Cause I'm high out my mind and got to drive
They say niggas like me get to heaven
But sometimes I think I'm gonna fry
It's a party I bring my own fie
It's a party I brought my own gun
These niggas ain't real know they ain't gone poke nothing
No window shopping you ain't buying u can't cum in
My trap
My money
My rules
Try me
Try them
You loose
I burn Mac
I burn cookies
No glue
I burn runts
Big backwood of it too
No fronts
Big money big moves
I picked you
You picked him
So you loose
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Writer: Chaz Jackson
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