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Almighty Zion - Say So Lyrics

[Chorus]
Yea, Yea
((Saint in this motherfucker))
Yea, (Slatt) Yea (Slatt)
Yea, (What?!)

[Verse 1]
I'm big dog, I got the say so
In my pocket, got big ass bankroll
Cheese, dollar, pesos, dinero
So many colored money like a rainbow
This bitch on lock, yea Kurt Angle
What it is, and what it ain't hoe
My boy gon' still head nod, no tango
He cap, his raps, that shit be fable
Sk8, so independent with no label
Them boys come with the digits, we can shake sum
Ball so hard like Jayson Tatum
Cross 'em, shake 'em, we gon' bake 'em
Motherfucking rebel, don't make [?] mayhеm
Backwoods, know we gon' face 'em
Gotta gеt the paper, don't wanna taste 'em

Mix the highs with the lows
If you gon' hate, hate sum more
You ain't getting money, you ain't getting hoes
Too locked in, I'm in go mode
I'm number 1, this discussion is over
Pussy nigga, acting bold
I'm too hot, nigga never go cold
Get low, limbo
Remember that shit? I was piss poor
Bad ass bitch, yea, deep throat
God damn I love me a freak hoe
I'm the goat, niggas know
Never try me like a god damn hoe
Boy I'm not no average joe
I'm the one that gave you flows
[Verse 2]
I'm the one that put them down
Ball so hard, I'm D1 bound
1 of 1, can't steal my sound
K-I-N-G, where my crown?
Beat that up, take hoe, pound town
I'm with all my niggas, I'm with my rounds
This shit, [?] Sk8, Rolling Loud
Imma do it, jump in the crowd
Imma do it, without a doubt
Get into it, no fucks, no pout
I done did it, they looking like "how?"
Smith & Wesson, go "pow-pow"
I been the one, I knew that since a child
Momma got three kids, I done went wild
Geeked as fuck, I'm on the clouds
All my folks, tell me they're proud
Too much style, I'm too foul
(Oh wow wow)
Take a bow
You talk down, we'll shut your mouth

[Outro]
I'm big dog, I got the say so
Look my pocket, got big ass bankroll
Cheese, dollar, pesos, dinero
So many colored money like a rainbow
This bitch on lock, yea, yea, Kurt Angle
What it is, and what it ain't hoe
My boy gon' still head nod, no tango
He cap, his raps, that shit be fable
Sk8, so independent with no label
Them boys come with the digits, we can shake sum (We can shake sum)
Yea (We can shake sum)
Yea, we can shake sum (We can shake sum)
Yea, yea, yea, yea