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Dalejames. - Ziploc Lyrics



Dalejames. - Ziploc Lyrics




This shit is
Way too fun
Where the funds at
Chillin with my boys in the crib like a rug rat
We just wanna have nice things
Where the funds at
Getting to the point
Like a muthaf*ckin' thumbtack

We talking stakes
Bitch, I ain't talking Ruth Chris
Rarer than a dragon
Got me spittin' like I'm toothless
Swinging for the fences
Got me feelin' kinda ruthless
Tell your girl to slide
Know she all about the movement
Tru shit
2 Chainz
I don't wear no 2 chains
Just a little gap tooth
Call me by my two names
Moving like I'm Usain
I ain't never losing
Think you on a new wave
Get up out the pool mane
Never call em flip flops
I don't ever flip flop
Money in the bank
You can find me in my Ziploc
I'll be at the tip top
Waiting til my shit pop
30 minutes late cause I ain't
Never had a wristwatch
I don't want a Rollie
I just want a f*ckin Omnitrix
Imma get it how I live it
I ain't settle for shit
Used to do it for the misses
Now I'm swinging to hit
Feel like Griffey
You should have a lil faith in the kid

This shit is
Way too fun
Where the funds at
Chillin' with my boys in the crib like a rug rat
We just wanna have nice things
Where the funds at
Getting to the point
Like a muthaf*ckin' thumbtack
This shit is
Way too fun
Where the funds at
Chillin with my boys in the crib like a rug rat
We just wanna have nice things
Where the funds at
Getting to the point
Like a muthaf*ckin' thumbtack

I just wanna marry Alex Russo
Ball like Caruso
Fly just like a bird
On my feet I got Mizunos
Cold like Articuno
Maybe somewhere out in Juneau
I'm the head of operations you can call me Mr. Uno
You can call me what you want
Bitch I ain't giving a damn
All you rappers lookin' tired like the Michelin man
Imma do just what I want
And you gon do what you can
I got my head up in the clouds
And my toes in the sand
Ain't no tellin where I'm headed
But I'll do it with ease
In n Out with money
Triple double with cheese
Trynna get dumb breaded
But I got a degree
I got 99 problems
They all come with a fee
I'm like fie fi fo fum
Make a couple anthems
Never had a girl
But pretty ladies call me handsome
Danny like Phantom
Anything but random
Scoring through the pressure
Bitch I'm screaming out and-one
Woah
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This shit is
Way too fun
Where the funds at
Chillin with my boys in the crib like a rug rat
We just wanna have nice things
Where the funds at
Getting to the point
Like a muthaf*ckin' thumbtack

We talking stakes
Bitch, I ain't talking Ruth Chris
Rarer than a dragon
Got me spittin' like I'm toothless
Swinging for the fences
Got me feelin' kinda ruthless
Tell your girl to slide
Know she all about the movement
Tru shit
2 Chainz
I don't wear no 2 chains
Just a little gap tooth
Call me by my two names
Moving like I'm Usain
I ain't never losing
Think you on a new wave
Get up out the pool mane
Never call em flip flops
I don't ever flip flop
Money in the bank
You can find me in my Ziploc
I'll be at the tip top
Waiting til my shit pop
30 minutes late cause I ain't
Never had a wristwatch
I don't want a Rollie
I just want a f*ckin Omnitrix
Imma get it how I live it
I ain't settle for shit
Used to do it for the misses
Now I'm swinging to hit
Feel like Griffey
You should have a lil faith in the kid

This shit is
Way too fun
Where the funds at
Chillin' with my boys in the crib like a rug rat
We just wanna have nice things
Where the funds at
Getting to the point
Like a muthaf*ckin' thumbtack
This shit is
Way too fun
Where the funds at
Chillin with my boys in the crib like a rug rat
We just wanna have nice things
Where the funds at
Getting to the point
Like a muthaf*ckin' thumbtack

I just wanna marry Alex Russo
Ball like Caruso
Fly just like a bird
On my feet I got Mizunos
Cold like Articuno
Maybe somewhere out in Juneau
I'm the head of operations you can call me Mr. Uno
You can call me what you want
Bitch I ain't giving a damn
All you rappers lookin' tired like the Michelin man
Imma do just what I want
And you gon do what you can
I got my head up in the clouds
And my toes in the sand
Ain't no tellin where I'm headed
But I'll do it with ease
In n Out with money
Triple double with cheese
Trynna get dumb breaded
But I got a degree
I got 99 problems
They all come with a fee
I'm like fie fi fo fum
Make a couple anthems
Never had a girl
But pretty ladies call me handsome
Danny like Phantom
Anything but random
Scoring through the pressure
Bitch I'm screaming out and-one
Woah
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Writer: Dale James Sekiya
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Language: English
Length: 2:20
Written by: Dale James Sekiya

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