LYRIC$:

AY RUN UP A ZIP
THAT .45 CAL, THAT SIT ON MY HIP
SHIT I SPIT FOUL GONNA MAKE YA KID SICK
WHEN I RUN MY MOUTH YO BITCH BIT HER LIP
AY I GOTTA VENT
ALL OF THIS SIN, SEE ITS TIME TO REPENT
GRIPPIN A STICK, AND IM TALKIN SOME SHIT
AND NO IM NOT CRIP, BUT I WALK WIT A LIMP
AY RUN UP A ZIP
THAT .45 CAL, THAT SIT ON MY HIP
SHIT I SPIT FOUL GONNA MAKE YA KID SICK
WHEN I RUN MY MOUTH YO BITCH BIT HER LIP
AY I GOTTA VENT
ALL OF THIS SIN, SEE ITS TIME TO REPENT
GRIPPIN A STICK, AND IM TALKIN SOME SHIT
AND NO IM NOT CRIP, BUT I WALK WIT A LIMP

AY RUN IN THE CASH VAULT
GOT A GUN AND A MUHFUKKIN MASK ON
THROWIN SOME FUKKIN FAST BALLS
ROLLIN OFF FUKKIN BATH SALTS
CALL UP THE TASK FORCE
CAN WE FAST FORWARD
FUCK THE SHIT OUT HER, THEN I TRANSFORM
FUCKING GETTING WILDER AND A TAD SORE
FINNA SIT DOWN BEHIND PAD DOOR
DRIVE ME CRAZY, LYING DAILY
I NEED SPACE, SHE WHINING SAYING
SHE SO SORRY, SHE DIDNT MEAN TO SCAR ME
BITCH STILL LYING, SHE HATE ME
I SEE HATE INSIDE YOUR EYES, YOU'RE WAYS,
AND EVEN IN THE LIES YOU'RE SAYING
HIDE YOUR FACE, GO CRY YOUR EYES OUT BABY
I KNOW THAT LIFES A GAME AND,
I CAN'T SAVE YOU,
I WISH I COULD, I TRIED, BUT HEY,
NOW YA MILES AND MILES AWAY
THINK I FOUND OUT I'M TO BLAME
HOW'D I PUSH HER OUTTA STATE
I'M BOUT TO BREAK,
AND NOW I'M PUSHING DOWN THE BLADE
LOOKIN CROOKED, OUT OF PLACE
THE BLOOD IS GUSHING OUT MY VEINS
AND I'M IN LAST PLACE OF THIS RAT RACE
IN A BAD WAY FROM THESE PAST FAKES
EMERGING UP OUT OF A CRASHED PLANE
EXTINGUISHING OUT ALL THE VAST FLAMES
I GOT MAD PRAISE FOR THIS RAP GAME
WHETHER SLOWED DOWN, OR A FAST PACE
I CAN HOLD IT DOWN AND WONT ACT STRAINED
& YOU PHONIES OUT HERE GIVE IT A BAD NAME

AY RUN UP A ZIP
THAT .45 CAL, THAT SIT ON MY HIP
SHIT I SPIT FOUL GONNA MAKE YA KID SICK
WHEN I RUN MY MOUTH YO BITCH BIT HER LIP
AY I GOTTA VENT
ALL OF THIS SIN, SEE ITS TIME TO REPENT
GRIPPIN A STICK, AND IM TALKIN SOME SHIT
AND NO IM NOT CRIP, BUT I WALK WIT A LIMP
AY RUN UP A ZIP
THAT .45 CAL, THAT SIT ON MY HIP
SHIT I SPIT FOUL GONNA MAKE YA KID SICK
WHEN I RUN MY MOUTH YO BITCH BIT HER LIP
AY I GOTTA VENT
ALL OF THIS SIN, SEE ITS TIME TO REPENT
GRIPPIN A STICK, AND IM TALKIN SOME SHIT
AND NO IM NOT CRIP, BUT I WALK WIT A LIMP
AY RUN UP A ZIP
THAT .45 CAL, THAT SIT ON MY HIP
SHIT I SPIT FOUL GONNA MAKE YA KID SICK
WHEN I RUN MY MOUTH YO BITCH BIT HER LIP
AY I GOTTA VENT
ALL OF THIS SIN, SEE ITS TIME TO REPENT
GRIPPIN A STICK, AND IM TALKIN SOME SHIT
AND NO IM NOT CRIP, BUT I WALK WIT A LIMP

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ZIP (Mrs. Incredible's Final Anthem) [PROD. LOPEZZ]

@𝑁𝑇!-𝑍𝐸𝑅Ø
ℑ 𝔇𝔬 𝔑𝔬𝔱 𝔈𝔵𝔦𝔰𝔱!
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AKA:
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ꪖɀꪖɀꫀꪶ,
Y҉U҉N҉G҉ T҉O҉R҉C҉H҉E҉R҉,
𝓐𝓵𝓿𝓲𝓷 𝓕𝓸𝓻𝓭,
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B̸E̸E̸L̸Z̸E̸B̸U̸B̸ D̸A̸ $C̸R̸U̸B̸,
$𝕌𝕀ℂ𝕀𝔻𝔸𝕃$𝕆ℂℝ𝔸𝕋𝔼$,
ᒍᑌᗪᗩ$ᑕᕼᖇI$T,
Ⓛ︎Ⓘ︎Ⓛ︎ Ⓛ︎Ⓤ︎Ⓒ︎Ⓘ︎Ⓕ︎Ⓔ︎Ⓡ︎,
ㄒ卄乇 山卂ㄒ乇尺 爪ㄖ匚匚卂$$|几,
ρꪮꪀ𝓽𝓲ꪮꪊ$ρ𝘳𝓲ꫀ$𝓽
K͎O̶P̶Y̶K͎A̶T̶K͎I̶L̶L̶E̶R̶
ፕዘꏂ ꅐꀤꁴꍏꋪꀷ ꂦꎇ ꅐꍏ$ፕꏂ ꍏꈤꀷ ꀷꏂꏳꍏꌩ,
T҈h҈e҈ L҈o҈r҈d҈ o҈f҈ L҈o҈r҈e҈,
T͜͡H͜͡E͜͡ M͜͡I͜͡S͜͡S͜͡I͜͡N͜͡G͜͡ M͜͡E͜͡S͜͡S͜͡I͜͡A͜͡H͜͡,
𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔇𝔞𝔪𝔫𝔢𝔡 𝔇𝔢𝔪𝔦𝔤𝔬𝔡.

ZIP (Mrs. Incredible's Final Anthem) [PROD. LOPEZZ]

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