Zanny London - Fighter!

Yes I got your bitch, I told her come here, she said ''your highness''
My beard been growing so god damn long, i'm starting to feel like a viking
Getting money gotta feed my hoe, getting money gotta feed my bitch
Bitch I stay all strapped all day so I walk around with hunnid sticks
Stay with hunnid sticks, stay with hunnid sticks
Bitch I get real fly, I get real fly just like a pimp
Up all night right in the booth recording till five in the morning
The way I travel around the world it feel like a young nigga touring
Chilling on the bed with your bitch, she sucking my dick till i'm snoring
I'm still heavy on that wock, but your bitch still think i'm gorgeous
I've been tripping right off that lean, i'm in love with prometh
I've been tripping right off them perkies, think I lost my breath
Pull up in that coupe, yeah doors on suicidal
Bitch I get this money, yes it is real vital
You cannot ruin my name, you cannot take my title
Bitch I got my chopper, this shit turn into a fighter
Turn into a fighter
Turn into a figther
Turn into a fighter
Turn into a fighter
My chopper turn into a fighter
Bitch I got my fire
Bitch pass me the blunt
Where the fuck my lighter
Yeah, one two three four five six seven eight nine ten eleven twelve
Yeah this bitch a freak she grabbing on my gucci belt
Yeah my niggas scary, yeah my niggas came from hell
Water on my neck I swim through it like michael phelps
But I just turn into a fighter
Turn into a fighter
Turn into a figther
Turn into a fighter
Turn into a fighter
Turn into a fighter
Turn into a figther
Turn into a fighter

Written by:
Ieszan Mckinney

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