Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song ZAZI , by - Joey Trap. Release date: 17.02.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
ZAZI |
| Ay, Skinny buggin' |
| Lit about a half a pound, we smokin' zazi |
| Servin' fentanyl, this turn you to a lifeless body |
| Way I’m getting all these riches, bitch I feel like Roddy |
| Someone grab the shotty, me and skinny |
| I be riding with that pistol while I count my money |
| Stay protected from these pussy niggas that be actin' funny |
| Make it rain up on my bitches 'til this shit get sunny |
| Shawty smarter than a bitch, but damn her head really go dummy |
| Fuck I look like being sad about some Thotiana? |
| Shoot, we racing in the 'Rari, bitch I’m really right behind ya |
| I put bread up on my team but I’m the one survivor |
| How my niggas switch up on me quick, man I can’t trust a liar |
| Uh, ay |
| Diamond: 30 bands |
| Went and got a chain with your lil' money, bitch I’m buyin' land |
| I be on the beach in Costa Rica chillin' on the sand |
| Reason I don’t need no poker face is you can’t see my hands |
| Ay, make them bitches fold |
| Trappin' out departments with the bricks and y’all done went a told |
| How y’all niggas snitching in the city? |
| Boy, this shit get cold |
| Fuck it; |
| by the time police up on us, work already sold |
| Shit, the ATMs is changing systems. |
| We already scammed |
| Might as well go grab your father’s mother 'cause we sellin' grams |
| How you watching everything I do, man all you niggas fans |
| Bitch, I feel just like a German Shepherd way we swervin' lambs |
| Make them shoulders work |
| Fish scale dancin' on the Yola, make the boulders twerk |
| Bitch ass thick as fuck around an make a soldier flirt |
| Sip codeine and fuck around and make the soda purp' |
| How you say you trap and never sold no zazi? |
| Lookin' for the 3, I got but 2 and then we cop some molly |
| Bitch is on her knees, she want a choo I told her that’s a body |
| Want to work for free but I don’t front, I told them niggas «Sorry» |
| Ballin' on the beat and me and Skinny really the scotty |
| Ah |
| Mother fuck |
| Ay, mother fuck, yuh |
| Ay, call me Mr. Hova |