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Zenitsu (feat. Paul Shiesty, Pøp, SlickyG & Axdrew) Video (MV)






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Slicin' em through like I'm Zenitsu Cut off these hoes,
Those are guys that they're talkin' to
Let's put some gravy on it
Slicin' em through like I'm Zenitsu
Cut off these hoes, those are guys that they're
Talkin' to I spent a quarter on gum cause they want me

To But who the f*ck here is still askin' you
She judgin' me cause I'm wearin' some Kyrie's
Irvin' F*ck off the door, close it nice please
She askin' me for the demons I'm slayin'

Bitch what in the f*ck is you sayin'
I wanna leave cause they actin' so crazy Last one I talked to said she had my baby
But everyone here is still actin' so lazy Call up the old heads who playin' slim shady
Don't call the bros who be actin' like hoes and I ain't talkin' trannys

Just ones that want Grammys and rude to the grannies of all other people
Like who the f*ck is you and why you so evil
Akatsuki wa sudotta Bitches askin' me like what's the hold up
Tap me on my f*ckin' shoulder You wait a f*ckin' second while I switch the flow up

Stackin' up my bread while I get my hoes up In a hold up, get my flow up
Playin' 2K, yo, bum ass sold us
We running, some 3's pass the controller
I can go crazy, I can go stupid Pop a perc 30, I'm feelin' translucent
Como esta shorty, she is influent She talkin' in nonsense, I'm stuck in confusion

I got that one, two, come through, three, four Passin' on the floor, shut the door, she a whore
Hardcore keepin' score, what she playin' for? I'm a god with my form and my lightning storm
Now I'm feelin' weak, I'm about tweak Got my bitch ass in dragon heat
Bitches know that I'm packing meat I guess that shit makes me elite

Unlock all milestones, complete 100%, that shit is neat
Slicing them through like I'm Zenitsu
Cut off these hoes that they're guys that they're talkin' to
I spend a quarter on them cause they want me to
But who the f*ck here is still asking you
She judging me cause I'm wearing some Kyrie's?
F*ck up the door, close it, nice please

She asking me for the demons I'm slayin'?
Bitch, what in the f*ck is you sayin'
Catchin' these bodies like it is a hobby Down in the Four Seasons,
I'm stuck in the lobby
We got a hotel room, she finna get on me She is too freaky,
She call me Big Papi
That bitch, she like to go move and go swerve Not to mention all her shapes and her curves

Flipped off the hall, now she gave them the bird
New York fries, made sure to add them cheese curds
That bitch is crazy and racist Yet, she got all of my songs on her playlist
She suckin' my premium hot dog with gravy We f*ckin' at New York fries shit getting crazy
Try to stab me, but that shit only graze me We got the blueprint like we JAY-Z

Motherf*ckers in the stew actin' so lazy
We now put up rules cause f*ckers be crazy she acting like she raised me
You a broke bitch, you ain't never gon' pay me
Sent to McDonald's, they get me some Hi C
We in the city, got my bros beside me
Turns out that nigga was f*ckin' lyin
This man cryin', knock a nigga down, now he flyin' Way up high, not even tryin

Got a UAV and I'm f*ckin' pryin'
Niggas be dyin', what ironic timing
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Slicin' em through like I'm Zenitsu Cut off these hoes,
Those are guys that they're talkin' to
Let's put some gravy on it
Slicin' em through like I'm Zenitsu
Cut off these hoes, those are guys that they're
Talkin' to I spent a quarter on gum cause they want me

To But who the f*ck here is still askin' you
She judgin' me cause I'm wearin' some Kyrie's
Irvin' F*ck off the door, close it nice please
She askin' me for the demons I'm slayin'

Bitch what in the f*ck is you sayin'
I wanna leave cause they actin' so crazy Last one I talked to said she had my baby
But everyone here is still actin' so lazy Call up the old heads who playin' slim shady
Don't call the bros who be actin' like hoes and I ain't talkin' trannys

Just ones that want Grammys and rude to the grannies of all other people
Like who the f*ck is you and why you so evil
Akatsuki wa sudotta Bitches askin' me like what's the hold up
Tap me on my f*ckin' shoulder You wait a f*ckin' second while I switch the flow up

Stackin' up my bread while I get my hoes up In a hold up, get my flow up
Playin' 2K, yo, bum ass sold us
We running, some 3's pass the controller
I can go crazy, I can go stupid Pop a perc 30, I'm feelin' translucent
Como esta shorty, she is influent She talkin' in nonsense, I'm stuck in confusion

I got that one, two, come through, three, four Passin' on the floor, shut the door, she a whore
Hardcore keepin' score, what she playin' for? I'm a god with my form and my lightning storm
Now I'm feelin' weak, I'm about tweak Got my bitch ass in dragon heat
Bitches know that I'm packing meat I guess that shit makes me elite

Unlock all milestones, complete 100%, that shit is neat
Slicing them through like I'm Zenitsu
Cut off these hoes that they're guys that they're talkin' to
I spend a quarter on them cause they want me to
But who the f*ck here is still asking you
She judging me cause I'm wearing some Kyrie's?
F*ck up the door, close it, nice please

She asking me for the demons I'm slayin'?
Bitch, what in the f*ck is you sayin'
Catchin' these bodies like it is a hobby Down in the Four Seasons,
I'm stuck in the lobby
We got a hotel room, she finna get on me She is too freaky,
She call me Big Papi
That bitch, she like to go move and go swerve Not to mention all her shapes and her curves

Flipped off the hall, now she gave them the bird
New York fries, made sure to add them cheese curds
That bitch is crazy and racist Yet, she got all of my songs on her playlist
She suckin' my premium hot dog with gravy We f*ckin' at New York fries shit getting crazy
Try to stab me, but that shit only graze me We got the blueprint like we JAY-Z

Motherf*ckers in the stew actin' so lazy
We now put up rules cause f*ckers be crazy she acting like she raised me
You a broke bitch, you ain't never gon' pay me
Sent to McDonald's, they get me some Hi C
We in the city, got my bros beside me
Turns out that nigga was f*ckin' lyin
This man cryin', knock a nigga down, now he flyin' Way up high, not even tryin

Got a UAV and I'm f*ckin' pryin'
Niggas be dyin', what ironic timing
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Writer: R Pop, C Hickey, A Labib
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