Zip Code: accordi di
Dz
Dz

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Tonalità: D# minor
Verse 1
Ebm
Abm
Ebm
Bb
When
Ebm
I'm in your zip code,
I crack hoes and flip hoes
While duckin' and dodgin'
the po -poes
Cockin' and loadin' the fo -foes
Lettin' foes know that I'm ready
to explode on contact
While stickin' to the G -code
and blazin' bomb sacks
Tuckin' gats and mean -muggin' cats
Abm
With stitch numbers from
Ebm
front to back
Addicted to the game,
so I was born to mack
Are you really that special like a 38?
Abm
Ebm
My flow's heavenly
like the pearly gates
This DZ, bitch please
I'll lose your ass like a spare key,
spare me
Bb
Ebm
Better yet, you'll have a early wake
Abm
Drop your ass off like a early date
Ebm
Try to battle me, I can hardly wait
Shake your ass up like a Cali quake
And if you got beef,
Bb
I'll cook it like a T -bone steak
Ebm
Bitch, please make yo ass shake
Ya nubba let me cop it,
yo Terry let me pop it
While we drink hypnotic
and blow on some chronic
To get loose till we blow the roof
Cause my gang's 100 % player proof
Abm
Ebm
And if you try to test D,
you must have some testes
To test these 206 full bred G's
Sittin' low on chrome G's,
bendin' blocks off bombs
When I'm in your fist hold,
I crack hoes and flip hoes
While duckin' and dodgin'
the po -poes
Cockin' the lobe and the fo -foes
Letting foes know that I'm ready
to explode on a cry pack
While sticking to the G -code
and blazin' bomb sacks
Tuckin' gats and me muggin' cats
Abm
With stitched num bers from
Ebm
front to back
Addicted to the game so I
was born to map
Catch me, young GZ,
Abm
Ebm
swervin' off a fifth of bourbon
In an excursion with bad bitches
Sittin' low on 26s,
smashin' through the 2 -0 sickness
Workin' pussy like a surgeon,
Bb
that's for certain
Ebm
Abm
I stay servin', haters like ten nis
Ebm
I'm a men ace like Dennis
Bb
And I stay in bitches mouth
Ebm
like a dent ist
Cuttin' cream like a chemist
Always causin' havoc,
Bb
lettin' suckers have it
Ebm
With the semi -automatic
Stretchin' my luck like
elastic until it's drastic
And I'm bloody boxed up in some plastic
So I can never be fake,
I got too much at stake
Still spittin' venom like a snake,
so never make the mistake
Abm
Ebm
A double cross in me,
I stay shakin' fake
Homeboys all for me,
game a bitch until she's talkin' me
Call me lucky like the lottery,
it's Young DZ
When I'm in your zip code,
I crack hoes and flip hoes
While duckin' and dodgin'
the po -poes,
cockin' and loadin' the fo -foes
Lettin' foes know that I'm ready
to explode on contact
While stickin' to the G -code
and blazin' bomb sacks
Tuckin' gats and mean -muggin' cats
Abm
With stitch numbers from front to back
Ebm
Addicted to the game,
so I was born to map
It's official,
Abm
so pack your pistol and be a bully
Ebm
Bout your fully clipped,
and don't get split
Like an orange peel, shit's just too real
I get in your brain like an e -pill
Bb
and have you gritting your grill
Ebm
Abm
I stay incognito, mafioso like Nino
Ebm
With an untouchable stelo,
and y 'all already know
Fake cats get pieced in like puzzles
Fuck your gums and catch the muzzle
Give a fuck if you flex like muscle
I'm on my hustle, bound to bubble
Abm
With a mouthpiece to get me in trouble
Ebm
While I live a life of confrontation
and drama
Making suckers pause like a comma
Twisted off of Jen and Mary J. Warner
Doing everything that I wanna
Abm
Ebm
Keeping it hot like a sauna
I think they know by now, Mike,
but shit, uh, if they don't, fuck it,
Outro 1
run the hook back, dawg.
Ebm

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