Correction Lyrics Briefcase by Zooty

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Lil Zooty posted in the 8-5-0
You is broke, might steal your hoe
Pull up and I’m selling white at the bando
Race out and I’m busting shots at your man though
Lil jitt hating but he a fan though
If you using my name for the clout then go
I am the artist of the century, Van Gogh
And I am high like Peter Pan, hoe
Pull up and I shoot up your whole squad
Your b*t*h hit me up and she want my rod
Don’t have people worship but I‘m a god
Ga**ed up like A**ad, a** up f**k her bod
I stack up my money but don’t need the clout
Last year I ain’t got sh*t from no one but doubt
Them same people approach me now with they hands out
They neck dry like a drought
Show me what you bout

I was broke, started rapping now I got the wealth
I’d like to thank no one cause I did it myself
White Porsche, black Coupe, I don’t know which to choose
So I flew out in my jet right over your roof
Like a wizard I can make you disappear like poof
Like a blizzard my style cold, my Rolly’s froze too
Got no compet**ion because I made my own lane
Got no time for intermissions, I don’t stop running the game
Raking in this money but no, I don’t want the fame
I don’t f**k with lames or with people with no name
Everyone the same but you do not get this often
I’m killing the game and throwing it in a coffin

Last year it was like I was running a race and finished last place
Now I’m swerving in a new Wraith while I’m getting face
I’m in a different place
I’m up like outer space
Pull up with a hundred thousand dollars in a briefcase
Last year it was like I was running a race and finished last place
Now I’m swerving in a new Wraith while I’m getting face
I’m in a different place
I’m up like outer space
Pull up with a hundred thousand dollars in a briefcase

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