Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Don't Know Why, artist - Blacc Zacc.
Date of issue: 18.07.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
I Don't Know Why |
Yeah |
Yeah |
She a real bitch, I can see it in her eye |
IMixNation for real |
Yeah |
She a real bitch‚ I can see it in her eye |
Lie to her all the time‚ I don’t know why |
It be so much that she don’t even cry |
She kill the scene and she don’t even try |
Fuck it‚ let’s take a trip to Dubai |
Yeah, you so fly and we stay in the sky |
I’m in first class and she right by my side |
She grabbin' my dick and I’m rubbin' her thigh |
I spend a check in Japan when we land |
I keep her right and I keep her with bands |
She independent, she do what she can |
But she make it known that she don’t need no man |
We get so drunk‚ have a hangover |
She eat that dick for a Range Rover |
I beat it up, then it’s game over |
Yeah, I beat it up‚ then it’s game over |
She get so wet, umbrella |
She wanna fuck then cuddle |
She been right there from the gutter |
So I don’t give no fucks, I love her |
She ride that dick like a shuttle |
I turned her wrist to a puddle |
I front them P’s to her brother |
But nigga, this business, so come with my cheddar |
Yeah, I get the pack then ship it |
So anything you want, go get it |
I’ma turn you up, make 'em feel you |
She done fell in love with the dealer |
Treat her like an orange, how I peel her |
Yeah, damn that pussy taste like vanilla, yeah |
Get an A plus, she got good head |
And she a real bitch, she a thoroughbred, yeah |
Yeah, I fuck with this |
Hold up |
Yeah |
Yeah |
We be low-key when we out in the streets |
Niggas too nosey, so we be discrete |
Don’t inbox my bitch, you might get you ass beat |
The last nigga tried me, I put him to sleep, yeah |
Hit like Muhammad Ali, yeah |
Knock your lil' ass off your feet, yeah |
Try it, and nigga, you’ll see, yeah |
Shit can get sour from thinking it’s sweet |
Shit can get sour from thinking it’s sweet |
Buy you some Gucci, ain’t boycotting me |
Double G shoe, put some stars on your feet |
We got this drip out of Paris and Greece |
Trip out the country, ten thousand a seat |
Meal on the jet, that’s a bon appétit |
Fuck up a bag every time that we eat |
Fuck from the back, I got nut on my tee |
Fuck from the back, I got nut on my shirt |
Know that I’m rich but she still go to work |
Ain’t asking for shit, she gon' get her bag first |
My bitch want a house, she not impressed by no purse |
She tell me chill out when I be on the syrup |
In love with codeine, shit I think that I’m cursed |
Fuck her to sleep, now she acting berserk |
If I fuck a new bitch, man, you’ll always be first |
Buy a watch for you, won’t hurt no more |
But I can’t lie, I don’t work no more |
Swear it’s so hard to let the feelings go |
You can’t let it go, you can take some more |
She like it slow when I hit from the back |
Jump in that pussy and then I attack |
She call me daddy, she don’t call me Zacc |
She call me daddy, she don’t call me Zacc |
I mean, I ain’t perfect, but shit |
What, you gon' go fuck with a lame? |
Haha |
You’re too bossed up for that |
Yeah |
Yeah |
Yeah, yeah, yeah |
Yeah |
She a real bitch, I can see it in her eye |
She kill the scene and she don’t even try |
I don’t know why |
She don’t even try |
Fuck it, let’s take a trip to Dubai |
We be so fly, always stay in the sky |
I’m in first class and she right by my side |
She grabbing my dick and I’m rubbing her thigh, ooh |