Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Zim Zimma, artist - Joyner Lucas. Date of issue: 22.10.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Zim Zimma |
| Who got the keys to my motherfuckin' Bimmer? |
| Bitch, I ain’t no |
| Yeah |
| I want a 'Rari, I’m feelin' godly (Woah) |
| Wonder how much that gon' cost me, they feelin' saucy (Buck, buck) |
| Niggas know that I’m a problem, they’ll never solve me (Buck, buck, buck) |
| If you came to start some drama, then bring a army |
| I’ve been goin' fuckin' fast and it got me swervin' |
| I know that I’m a child of God, but they want me cursed in |
| I’ve been trappin' out the Ozark, I’m Marty Byrdin' (Oh, oh) |
| And I’ve been hard at work, yeah, ho, you just hardly workin' |
| If it wasn’t for this rap shit, I’d be movin' kilos |
| Front the pack from my connect then cop a few casinos |
| Used to fake it 'til I made it just to boost my ego |
| Stashin' money in my shirt, they thought I grew some chichos, oh no |
| I got some new wheels, uh-uh |
| Tird of kids, they think that we in school still, ah-ah |
| Play me, you gon' find out how th tool feel, ah-ah |
| Fuck around and you gon' find out who’s real, ah-ah |
| Who, yeah, ah-ah |
| Zim Zimma (Zim Zimma) |
| Who got the keys to my motherfuckin' Bimmer? |
| Bitch, I used to dream of this |
| I ain’t that nigga you could |
| Play with, nigga, that’s dangerous (Oh) |
| Told 'em I was raised in the basement |
| Twin AKs in the playpen |
| Take your face, rearrange it |
| I can turn eggs into bacon (Yeah) |
| I can serve base with a apron |
| Niggas been waitin' to hate it (True) |
| I got a Beamer and I’m anxious to race it |
| Vroom right past you (Vroom right past you) |
| Cops keep followin' a nigga, that’s bad news |
| I don’t like hassles (I don’t like hassles) |
| Suck it down Remy and I’m feelin' like Papoose |
| Hope I don’t crash you (Hope I don’t crash you) |
| Lil' bird bitch with me and I call a ho Zazu |
| Mind your bidness (Mind your bidness) |
| Fuck your opinion, nobody asked you, woah |
| Look (Yeah), this that WAP-WAP shit (Yeah) |
| Shit’ll make a nigga wanna stop, drop, shit (Buck) |
| Roll when you hit 'em with the Glock-Glock, bitch (Buck, buck) |
| Semi-automatic if a nigga really think he want static |
| Now a nigga doin' pop-pop, bitch |
| Oh, you thought you was a hotshot, bitch? |
| (Oh) |
| Now you want a crown with a hotshot, bitch (Hey) |
| Nigga, I was raised on the block-block, bitch |
| This is my time, no stopwatch, bitch |
| All of my whips is top-notch, bitch |
| How to get a plug at the chop shop, bitch |
| Even my son got pop rocks, bitch |
| Fuckin' your bitch, don’t cock block, bitch |
| I get your bitch, at my casa, bitch |
| She gon' ride my drop top, bitch |
| Zim Zimma (Zim Zimma) |
| Who got the keys to my motherfuckin' Bimmer? |
| Bitch, I used to dream of this |
| I ain’t that nigga you could |
| I got some bands, now they got they hands out (Hey) |
| All them hoes that have a man now, they pull my pants down |
| They know they don’t got no chance now, bitch, I’m the man now (Hey, hey) |
| Used to be my only fan, she got OnlyFans now |
| Yeah, I’m swervin', I got road rage, I feel like OJ |
| I don’t wear no fuckin' Dolce, I smell like olé (Joyner) |
| I might go back to my old ways, she want her soul saved |
| I done traded in my soulmate and got a gold chain |
| Okay |
| I came up with the privilege of poverty livin' and I ain’t had nonthin' but |
| scraps (Yeah) |
| I had to watch niggas winnin' and drivin' in foreigns and I was just stuck in |
| the back (Word) |
| I had to learn me the bidness so once I applied it, I made me a couple of racks |
| (Yeah) |
| I had ménages with Nicki and Cardi and Megan and then I woke up from a nap |
| Ooh (Ooh) |
| I had a Bugatti and then I woke up in the trap (Yeah) |
| I had a couple of friends I left in the past 'cause they don’t do nothin' but |
| cap (Yeah) |
| I know a couple of niggas that don’t know the bidness and they do nothin' but |
| rap (Yeah) |
| Fuck it I guess I’ll just shut up and drive, I got me a Beamer, I’m runnin' the |
| lap |
| Zim Zimma (Zim Zimma) |
| Who got the keys to my motherfuckin' Bimmer? |
| Bitch, I used to dream of this |
| I ain’t that nigga you could |
| Yeah, put me inside of a room with niggas you think that are better than me |
| I crush them inevitably, and leave them as dead as can be |
| That go to any nigga who’s steppin' to me, they all come second to me |
| My words are weapons to me- I burn it, second degree |
| And get it, and I’m sick of any nigga that’s sick, and I got it sick and |
| shiverin' |
| Even Ritalin couldn’t get rid of the kid |
| You gotta be kiddin', I’m trippin', I kinda feel like a kid again (Rah, rah, |
| rah) |
| And, yeah, I got somethin' to say |
| I ain’t with the games, I ain’t come to play |
| Nigga, you confused, you a broad, go tuck your leg |
| You trapped in the wrong body like Young M. A (Buck, buck) |
| I need my money like andale |
| Got a one-inch blade, get cut if you run that fade |
| I ain’t really with the dumb ass shade |
| I come back brave, get cut when I run back sayin' |
| Zim Zimma (Zim Zimma) |
| Yeah, ayy |
| All the girls, dem sugar |
| I’m a trill ass nigga, I’m a Mike Jack thriller |
| I’m a VJ killer, I’ma get 'em long-range, Reggie Miller |
| Watch me swerve on a nigga |
| Zim Zimma (Zim Zimma) |
| Yeah, yeah |
| All the girls, dem sugar |
| I’m a trill ass nigga (Buck, buck), I’m a Mike Jack thriller (Buck, buck) |
| I’m a VJ killer, I’ma get 'em long-range, Reggie Miller |
| Watch me swerve on a nigga |
| Zim Zimma (Zim Zimma) |