Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Zabamafoo , by - BlocBoy JB. Song from the album Who Am I 3, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 29.06.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Be Great
Song language: English
Zabamafoo |
| I call up Jugg and we make it double |
| I do not love her but I’m still gon' fuck her |
| Grape Street nigga with a hundred in the duffel |
| I ain’t have shit, I was used to doin' hustles |
| Damn, it’s cold outside man |
| Somebody get that warmth bruh, woo |
| Word word word word |
| My wrist is yellow like Pikachu |
| You showin' your money, I’m lookin' fool |
| I need a mil before I hit twenty-two |
| I’m crippin' so I got that grape juice |
| Grape to the C bitch, I got a play or two |
| You snitchin' and shit, that’s a hater move |
| I let that forty freeze 'em, igloo |
| Bullets they size him up, Apu |
| I’m smoking OG, that’s the best |
| Say you’re sauced up boy, you is a hot mess |
| Bet a nigga smack your ass with an object |
| BlocBoy JB, number one prospect (that's on my mama) |
| Bullshit, I don’t want nothing to do with that |
| Fuck on your bitch then I tell her I’m through with that |
| These niggas pussy, think they related to cats |
| Fuck on your bitch, pull her hair from the back |
| I call up Jugg and we make it double |
| I do not love her but I’m still gon' fuck her |
| Grape Street nigga with a hundred in the duffel |
| I ain’t have shit, I was used to doin' hustles |
| Transform a nigga like I’m Optimus Prime |
| Tied in fourth quarter, man that sound like overtime |
| I keep them sticks on the forties and the TEC-9's |
| I’d rather die 'fore I let a nigga take mine |
| Shine in the dark, make it look like the daytime |
| Bitches hit me up, gettin' mad 'cause I don’t make time |
| Opps talkin' shit, guess it’s load and go spray time |
| Leave a nigga holy like it’s time to go pray time |
| Whole bunch of hitters, they throwin' up signs |
| You dissin' on Twitter, we pullin' up straight firin' |
| Say you got more hoes than me then you lyin' |
| Talking to a bitch, gettin' head on Facetime |
| My wrist is yellow like Pikachu |
| You showin' your money, I’m lookin' fool |
| I need a mil before I hit twenty-two |
| I’m crippin' so I got that grape juice |
| Grape to the C bitch, I got a play or two |
| You snitchin' and shit, that’s a hater move |
| I let that forty freeze 'em, igloo |
| Bullets they size him up, Apu |
| I’m smoking OG, that’s the best |
| Say you’re sauced up boy, you is a hot mess |
| Bet a nigga smack your ass with an object |
| BlocBoy JB, number one prospect (that's on my mama) |
| Bullshit, I don’t want nothing to do with that |
| Fuck on your bitch then I tell her I’m through with that |
| These niggas pussy, think they related to cats |
| Fuck on your bitch, pull her hair from the back |
| Bitch, coke clean like a wash machine |
| Fuck wrong with you ho |
| No dish detergent bitch |
| You gotta come clean like Mr. Clean |
| We got New Jack City in this bitch |