m. j. withers in my zone (feat. j. mally) şarkı sözleri

I'm up in my zone, I'm up in my zone I gotta put on, I gotta put on I'm up in my zone, I'm up in my zone I gotta put on, I gotta put on See I roll up and I show up, now I'm swervin' in this hydro I'm filled up with that sour kush, I guess that's why my eyes low Posted in the cut, I don't say much but yo they know I Come through any need, any hour Ain't even tryin', they seein' my power Look at me now, you can just look at me now Clearly I'm puttin' it down, Bond on my sound Niggas who playin' around, just hit'em with forty four rounds Apparently they be nervous, they reluctant of me And so elite in my verbage, it's just somethin' in me Now see that case closed and that bank show That I'll get go to get mo' Os Pro with the gold flow, killin' my flows And my foes so cutthroat everybody know Now on to these specific, I'm just different with this thing bruh It's do or die forever yeah that just the thing I stand for I got it then I got it, ain't no need to even ask why I'm flyin' by these niggas and my energy, it don't lie Now baby don't you worry, everybody know it's me Every day I flourish and ain't no touchin' me I'm up in my zone (I'm up in my zone) I'm up in my zone (I'm up in my zone) I gotta put on (I gotta put on) I gotta put on (I gotta put on) I'm up in my zone (I'm up in my zone) I'm up in my zone (I'm up in my zone) I gotta put on (I gotta put on) I gotta put on (I gotta put on) I'm up in my zone (I'm up in my zone) I'm up in my zone (I'm up in my zone) I gotta put on (I gotta put on) I gotta put on (I gotta put on) I'm up in my zone (I'm up in my zone) I'm up in my zone (I'm up in my zone) I gotta put on (I gotta put on) I gotta put on (I gotta put on) Yes indeed, I was blessed with speed Try to stay way from X and Z 'cause so many hoes on ecstasy Already been through A and B and I got this shit way down to T Letterman nigga, a veteran nigga, you heaven sent nigga, ya angels watching All my niggas into knowing the ropes Rock with that joint if she holdin' the dope Duct tape her body and then we elope Nigga calling from jail, mad I'm deep on her throat All is been well, bet it suck to be yo Nigga focus on you, just not droppin' soap I kept it real with like all of my folks I was feedin' them niggas and holdin' the fork Whoa No your hand ain't broke, it don't jam, it blow Glockiana, my Thotiana be hoppin' on it Your wifey wanna be squad, out of all the tools in the garage You choose the alley wrench and grip pliers to fix the flaws Look, you grabbed the hammer just to break like all the laws Lost your screws, and the driver of the car is boss What's the cost to take a muthafuckin' loss? It all pay, bought a life, that was today I'm up in my zone (I'm up in my zone) I'm up in my zone (I'm up in my zone) I gotta put on (I gotta put on) I gotta put on (I gotta put on) I'm up in my zone (I'm up in my zone) I'm up in my zone (I'm up in my zone) I gotta put on (I gotta put on) I gotta put on (I gotta put on) I'm up in my zone (I'm up in my zone) I'm up in my zone (I'm up in my zone) I gotta put on (I gotta put on) I gotta put on (I gotta put on) I'm up in my zone (I'm up in my zone) I'm up in my zone (I'm up in my zone) I gotta put on (I gotta put on) I gotta put on (I gotta put on)
Sanatçı: M. J. Withers
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