Zilla – Strange Lyrics

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[Intro : Vaughn ]
Solo Cup Team you bum ass niggas
We ain't playin' with ya'll
Fuck bottles
I got a red cup and a blunt
Cuz thats what real niggas do


[Verse 1 : Zilla]
Shark Weeks coming yeah its overdue
Don't worry August is even getting closer too

Download yes I am hoping you do
Nigga I am only fucking with a chosen few
Team Solo Cup...hmmmm...yeah thats it

Kickin' flows so hard on tracks that they backflip
Don't act sick ya dick cuz ya mad stiff
I'm filling in for you blanks call me mad-libs
Yeah Trey steals ya girls and then brings em' to me
Team Solo Cup aka rapin' pussies

Shutting you assholes up yeah I'm taping tushies
I don't care what you assholes say cuz you gay and musy


[Interlude : Vaughn]
Thought we was jokin'
I ain't chaning for none of you sucka ass niggas
Still rock double xl shirts in the summertime with timbs and shit
Long ass church socks
I ain't changing for none of these bum ass tight ass jean niggas
I'm a real nigga nah mean
Lays with ranch dressing all on it
I don't play no games
Nah mean
Shark Week get ready nigga
Get that A-trak CD nigga


[Verse 2 : Zilla]
Bring it back to the beat they ain't made for this
Every single night I fantasize about taylor swift
Taking rips of salvia, then I take a trip
Staring at a big pool of lava and I take a dip
Skinny dipping with midgets eating crickets

Smackin' bitches with my cellphone yellin' give me digits
Yes I'm vicious
Take a bite out of a bitch, tell her she's fucking delicious
And I'm out bitch........

[Interlude 2 : Vaughn]
All these girls is fucking with the Solo Cup Team
Fuck chicken we eatin' shrimp and shit
All that butter all that garlic
We ain't got none of that fake ass shit
I'm all about my cheddar nigga red lobster biscuits


[Verse 3: Culayd]
All my niggas is demons and so psychotic
But it's alright this shits bionic
I do this shit for ya idiotics
I tell ya how I get it till' that they think I'm gone
And everybody know Team Solo Cup I put it on
What they wanna talk about ain't nothin to a g like me
C-U-L-A-Y-D, I get it gangsta man you ain't a g
I tell you what it is, I show you what its like, they know I get it done
I do it everynight, ya'll know I'm one
Dropped that bout that three days ago and now I'm goin' in some more
I'm just tryna get some dough, I'm tryna get a little cheese just to make it better
Whatever, I'm counting cheddar
I do this shit like a real berretta
I'm always poppin' off
These lame ass niggas soft
And I ain't tell em' nothin, but you got weak sauce
And I'm a real boss
Stack it up you can't have it
I do this own thing, homie I'm a lyrical ratchet
Always blastin' shit
Homie this ain't no blanks
All fuck is dime bitches...no skanks

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