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Azizi Gibson

Zeptune Rule

 

Zeptune Rule

(album: preHISTORIC Till Death - 2015)


Welcome back
To another episode of Phillip On Ya
I'm your host with the most, Phil Allgood
And in today's segment, we have with us Pastor Slickback
Here to talk about Azizi Gibson 's new album
PreHISTORICTILLdeath
Let's jump right into it

Yeah, uh
I got my sippy cup, got my girl, we gon' fuck shit up
We gon' find a cut, maybe fuck, cause we rolled joint up
Don't you stare at us, glare at us, get your sockets bust
Fuckers popping up saying "Rap boy, you lame as fuck"

I burn your studio down, nigga
Just to prove that I'm that I'm the Grim Reaper
I burn your studio down, nigga
Just to probe that I'm the Grim Reaper

Shit I'm thin as fuck, beam me up, need to rent a tux
Looking super lust, God will say "Boy you looking good"
While I smoke a blunt, on the trunk, on my girl she [?]
Always rolling up on your ass [?]

I'll burn your studio down, nigga
Just to prove that I'm the Grim Reaper
I'll burn your studio down nigga
Just to prove that I'm the Grim Reaper

[Laughter]
Told you the truth
(Why don't you believe?)
Take your life in a second
(Yeah, evil niggas can wait, let's go, fuck it)

Uh, I was on my baking shit, getting cake, come and have a taste
Bet you like this view, Vegas trips, yeah it's sweet as hell
Straw-berry fields, booty feels, and the boobies real
Let em' gucci nails, cutie still, with them doobie feels

I burn your studio down, nigga
Just to prove that I'm the Grim Reaper
I burn your studio down, nigga
Just to prove that I'm the Grim Reaper

Now we smoking L's, drinking ale, says she went to Yale
Bet that pussy stale all that studying come over here
I'm an engineer, let me steer, pull up to the pier
With no fear, oh yeah, fuck up out of here

I burn your studio down nigga
Just to prove that I'm that nigga
I burn your studio down nigga
Just to prove that I'm that nigga

[Grim Reaper:]
You motherfuckers is delusional
You need to worry more about yourself than worry about what the fuck I'm doing
Grim Reaper here, signing the fuck out

[Azizi Gibson:]
Prehistoric
La-la-la-laa, ba-doom, na-na-naa
Gu-gu

[Sample:]
Woo! We ain't playing no games out this motherfucker
1+1, 2, 98+2, Azizi motherfucker
Ain't no games being played, hoe
Man, shit's so motherfucking chill
Niggas need to chill
Shit is so fucking chill
I can't fucking stand it
It's so fucking good
What the fuck?

done

Did you add all the unfamiliar words from this song?