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Hanna-Barbera (feat. Zoe Zamor) Video (MV)




Performed By: YO!brotherdave
Length: 3:45
Written by: Aaron Fonseca
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YO!brotherdave - Hanna-Barbera (feat. Zoe Zamor) Lyrics




Klan shit all in this bitch, nigga
You know what I'm saying
We gone have yo bitch sucking dick after the show f*ck nigga
Bitch niggas, you don't want no problems with us nigga
321 shit until I f*cking die, ya dig

Age ain't nothing but a number
I been died and rose again, I swear I'm different from you other men
Huh
We just tryna dodge the under covers, make a couples dollars
Shoe box tie it in a rubber band
Huh
Pinky ring, diamond ring all the same
Tell apartheid that we coming for the mother land
Huh
Menacing, when I'm off the medicine
Meddling, tell them white folks they need to let us in
Huh
Settle for your scraps boy there's grown folk eating
I been running laps for the last 4 seasons
City on the map boy I make it look easy
Please don't get it twisted better call your girl Kiki

Dread me up, dread me up
Ante up, ante up
My life's a movie like cinema
Huh
Shouts out Nyasia and Bri back at FIU
They showed me love tell em beam up
Huh
I ain't got nothing to lose, take a walk in my shoes
And see how my soul beat as f*ck
Huh
I ain't got nothing to prove, I be up with the crew
Mother f*ck social media
Huh
Pussy ass hoe ass goofy ass niggas
You being going ape shit bet we go realer
Catch me on my Bape shit, bitch from gold finger
I never go to church, I just turn on born sinner
(Aye)

And I don't got time
No I don't got time
For you goofy ass niggas straight calling my line
We future 1 percenters we skipping in line
Less there is money to make don't be wasting my time

I don't got time for these niggas
I don't got time for these niggas
Hold up, wait
Wait up, whoa
It's the mother f*cking Zoe

Bitch I get guap, gotta go for dinero
Call me King Tut, bitch I feel like a pharaoh
Young Jefe, I'm just primero
Leave yo ass Hollow, I hit you with Cerro

Uh, I feel like Eddie Guerrero
Uh yea, Viva La Raza
Bitch I go dumb, you just Baka
Baddie called me Dada
Bullshit, I don't want NaDa
Gotta keep piece for some peace, Dalai Lama
Old girl on some new shit, true shit
Gotta ditch new bitch who don't got no drama

Future plans, f*ck up some commas
Armani, Versace
Some shawties in Prada
Dolce, Gabbana for Suzy and Tonya (where Tanya at)
Yea, I need that dollar
I don't got time for these nigga
I don't got time for these nigga
Gotta go get me them figures
I don't got time for these

And I don't got time
No I don't got time
For you goofy ass niggas straight calling my line
We future 1 percenters we skipping in line
Less there is money to make don't be wasting my time
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Klan shit all in this bitch, nigga
You know what I'm saying
We gone have yo bitch sucking dick after the show f*ck nigga
Bitch niggas, you don't want no problems with us nigga
321 shit until I f*cking die, ya dig

Age ain't nothing but a number
I been died and rose again, I swear I'm different from you other men
Huh
We just tryna dodge the under covers, make a couples dollars
Shoe box tie it in a rubber band
Huh
Pinky ring, diamond ring all the same
Tell apartheid that we coming for the mother land
Huh
Menacing, when I'm off the medicine
Meddling, tell them white folks they need to let us in
Huh
Settle for your scraps boy there's grown folk eating
I been running laps for the last 4 seasons
City on the map boy I make it look easy
Please don't get it twisted better call your girl Kiki

Dread me up, dread me up
Ante up, ante up
My life's a movie like cinema
Huh
Shouts out Nyasia and Bri back at FIU
They showed me love tell em beam up
Huh
I ain't got nothing to lose, take a walk in my shoes
And see how my soul beat as f*ck
Huh
I ain't got nothing to prove, I be up with the crew
Mother f*ck social media
Huh
Pussy ass hoe ass goofy ass niggas
You being going ape shit bet we go realer
Catch me on my Bape shit, bitch from gold finger
I never go to church, I just turn on born sinner
(Aye)

And I don't got time
No I don't got time
For you goofy ass niggas straight calling my line
We future 1 percenters we skipping in line
Less there is money to make don't be wasting my time

I don't got time for these niggas
I don't got time for these niggas
Hold up, wait
Wait up, whoa
It's the mother f*cking Zoe

Bitch I get guap, gotta go for dinero
Call me King Tut, bitch I feel like a pharaoh
Young Jefe, I'm just primero
Leave yo ass Hollow, I hit you with Cerro

Uh, I feel like Eddie Guerrero
Uh yea, Viva La Raza
Bitch I go dumb, you just Baka
Baddie called me Dada
Bullshit, I don't want NaDa
Gotta keep piece for some peace, Dalai Lama
Old girl on some new shit, true shit
Gotta ditch new bitch who don't got no drama

Future plans, f*ck up some commas
Armani, Versace
Some shawties in Prada
Dolce, Gabbana for Suzy and Tonya (where Tanya at)
Yea, I need that dollar
I don't got time for these nigga
I don't got time for these nigga
Gotta go get me them figures
I don't got time for these

And I don't got time
No I don't got time
For you goofy ass niggas straight calling my line
We future 1 percenters we skipping in line
Less there is money to make don't be wasting my time
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Writer: Aaron Fonseca
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid


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