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Come On (feat. YREEK) Video (MV)




Performed By: ZAMIIER
Language: English
Length: 1:47
Written by: Zamier Smith




ZAMIIER - Come On (feat. YREEK) Lyrics
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I put my feelings up in the paper, I got some fat shit for a hater,
I need it now nigga not later,
She not a bag then I can't chase her, cant trust a bitch I cannot save her
Got in my bag put it on the table
I was just broke now a nigga able, Project baby nigga ain't no cable, Pops only boy I ain't got a brother, This out of mud nigga real struggle, deep in swimming niggas in a puddle
Ever crack whip until it bubble,
I can pop shit but I keep it humble, Drop out the zone nigga make it double,
I keep it stick I still rumble,
Box on the back making shit stutter
Come here bae do I look good,
Come f*ck me I think you should, My bitch bad and my bitch hood, She love me with me she good,
Play my face I wish she would
Bag my bitch he wish he could,
Her last nigga in this wood (come on),
If it ain't bout the bag don't hit my phone,
I'm finna start kicking bitches out the door
Lil bro got some shit to make you hit the floor,
Lil zah he been bout it don't say you ain't know,
My foot on the gas I ain't slow it back down,
I ain't walk with my head down in a while
Swear its something bout money shit it make me smile,
I'm tryna go run that shit up right now, bow,
I been on the paper chasing money mission
Try to give you the game but you ain't wanna listen,
Bitch f*ck too easy, hell nah I ain't kissing, and bro got a gas bags for the low,
If you tryna bump nigga send me your low
Can't go like a goofy won't beef bout a hoe,
Say zah got a chance nigga yeah I know
Make life look good but that shit get hard,
I'm a trap nigga my brother do fraud, ifyou got it bae just give me your card
Thinking I'm green nigga but I'm smart,
I use the cream soda pour the wok, I was 15 posted on the block,
I was a teeny nigga plenty heart
Zaza stinking nigga like a fart,
So many struggles ain't nowhere to start,
Stick got a muzzle on it bitch a bark
Bro got a button on the park da car, Know when he squeeze you you won't get far,
In order to shine bro it gotta get dark
Oh zah he a bitch nigga what you thought, go ahead and try it run up and get popped
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I put my feelings up in the paper, I got some fat shit for a hater,
I need it now nigga not later,
She not a bag then I can't chase her, cant trust a bitch I cannot save her
Got in my bag put it on the table
I was just broke now a nigga able, Project baby nigga ain't no cable, Pops only boy I ain't got a brother, This out of mud nigga real struggle, deep in swimming niggas in a puddle
Ever crack whip until it bubble,
I can pop shit but I keep it humble, Drop out the zone nigga make it double,
I keep it stick I still rumble,
Box on the back making shit stutter
Come here bae do I look good,
Come f*ck me I think you should, My bitch bad and my bitch hood, She love me with me she good,
Play my face I wish she would
Bag my bitch he wish he could,
Her last nigga in this wood (come on),
If it ain't bout the bag don't hit my phone,
I'm finna start kicking bitches out the door
Lil bro got some shit to make you hit the floor,
Lil zah he been bout it don't say you ain't know,
My foot on the gas I ain't slow it back down,
I ain't walk with my head down in a while
Swear its something bout money shit it make me smile,
I'm tryna go run that shit up right now, bow,
I been on the paper chasing money mission
Try to give you the game but you ain't wanna listen,
Bitch f*ck too easy, hell nah I ain't kissing, and bro got a gas bags for the low,
If you tryna bump nigga send me your low
Can't go like a goofy won't beef bout a hoe,
Say zah got a chance nigga yeah I know
Make life look good but that shit get hard,
I'm a trap nigga my brother do fraud, ifyou got it bae just give me your card
Thinking I'm green nigga but I'm smart,
I use the cream soda pour the wok, I was 15 posted on the block,
I was a teeny nigga plenty heart
Zaza stinking nigga like a fart,
So many struggles ain't nowhere to start,
Stick got a muzzle on it bitch a bark
Bro got a button on the park da car, Know when he squeeze you you won't get far,
In order to shine bro it gotta get dark
Oh zah he a bitch nigga what you thought, go ahead and try it run up and get popped
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Writer: Zamier Smith
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