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42 Dugg, EST Gee - Free Zoski (feat. BIG30 & EST Zo) [Official Audio] ft. BIG30, EST Zo
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
EST Gee
EST Gee
Rap
BIG30
BIG30
Rap
EST Zo
EST Zo
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dion Hayes
Dion Hayes
Songwriter
George Stone III
George Stone III
Songwriter
Zaman Taylor
Zaman Taylor
Songwriter
Ronnie O'Bannon
Ronnie O'Bannon
Songwriter
Rodney Wright, Jr.
Rodney Wright, Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
BIG30
BIG30
Mixing Engineer
Ronnie Lucciano
Ronnie Lucciano
Producer
Mike Tucci
Mike Tucci
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Ah, Big Zoski, bitch Slimey, slatt (Lucci, how you feel? Yeah) (Lucci, how you feel?) I miss my nigga, that shit major, we gon' kill 'em all I hate that bitch, 'cause she played me, now I'm tryna fuck her moms Goofy niggas in the way, thinkin' they gon' stop the cause That money be the reason why your dawgs snake you off It's a switch up on the glizzy, turn his brain to pasta The first shot hit his melon, he ain't get to see a doctor Bitch, I'm swimmin' with lil' Scary, higher than a helicopter We tryin' duck the coppers with a car full of choppas It's murder on my mind, I done went and found his partner Just caught the nigga danglin', now his ass won't see tomorrow Bop, that's my blood, bitch I'm slidin', right or wrong These niggas in they feelings so they makin' diss songs When I'm thinkin' 'bout Austin, bitch, I'm getttin' a wolf gone Granny, I know you watchin', just protect me while I'm goin' wrong Posted on the island with Big B' in my second home We up on every car, and get to dumpin' if they move wrong Yeah, hittin' on my pack until I get a bruise on it Told her wipe the counter, I been cuttin' food on it Right after we hit yo block, I seen the news on it They be huntin' for yo top, I got five hunnid blues on it I broke off the whole gang, and let change see what the love like I'm the type puttin' my partner back in brains, make sure he love right Acting like you T'd, posting me 'cause niggas got gun license Shit be fun and games, 'til the doctor say, "Your lungs dyin'" Niggas keep on sayin' we done enough, but we ain't done slidin' Heard they want that lick back, I got shit whacked, keep my gun by me Nah, I ain't never heard of yo big brother, he a bum probably Ho niggas can't come 'round me, I might have lil' bruh rob me Ayy, bitch, I'm CEO, they know we put shit in the coffin Big choppa gang CEO, the choppa house my office See every opp there was a problem, on my son, we offed 'em Oh he a opp and we had dropped him, on my son we shot him Bitch, this a robbery, you get to movin' during this operation, then I'm sparkin' Tried to spin through my block, they left his bitch ass by the garbage Rich as fuck, give no fuck, I'm still gon' break a bitch regardless Free Sheisty out the fed, when he come out, he might come 'Rari Ammunition, switches, .50, might pop out with a fully I can't stand down for none, we got hollow for all the bullets Try to play me like I'm jap', I have them killers in your bushes I ain't arguin' on the net, I'll turn your bitch ass to some cookie (Gas, blrrrd, blrrrd)
Writer(s): Ronnie O'bannon, Rodney Lamont Wright Jr., Zaman Taylor, George A. Stone Iii Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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