| D.A. |
| got that dope!
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| Ice water, turned Atlantic (Freeze)
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| Nightcrawlin' in the Phantom (Skrrt, Skrrt)
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| Told them hoes that don't you panic
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| Took an island, (Yeah) flood the mansion (Big water)
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| Dropped the roof, more expansion
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| Drive a coupe you can stand in (It's lit)
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| See the bitches undercover (In the sheets)
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| I'm an ass and titty lover (Big ass)
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| Guess we all made for each other
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| Now that all the dawgs free (Yeah, yeah)
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| And we out in these streets (Alright)
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| Can you do it, can you pop it for me?
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| Pull up in a Demon, on God (On God)
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| Lookin' like I still do fraud (Fraud)
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| Flyin' private jet with the rod (Rod)
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| This that Z shit, this that Z shit (This that Z shit)
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| Pull up in a Demon, on God (On God)
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| Lookin' like I still do fraud (Fraud)
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| Flyin' private jet with the rod (Rod)
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| This that Z shit, this that Z shit (This that Z shit)
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| Offset!
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| Blow the brains out the coupe (Boo)
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| Police wanna talk, but I'm on mute (Woo-woo, hey)
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| I'ma bust her wrist down 'cause she cute (Ice)
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| Fuck her on a yacht, dive in a pool (Yeah)
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| She an addict (Addict), addict for the lifestyle and the Patek (Patek)
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| Big daddy, have you ever felt Chanel fabrics? |
| (Chanel)
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| I be drippin' to death, I need a casket (Drippin')
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| And we got more stripes than the ref, he foul, TEC him (Bow, stripes)
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| In the middle of the field like David Beckham (Field, bow-bow)
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| All my niggas locked up, for real, I'm tryna help 'em (Free, free)
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| When I got a mil', got me the chills, don't know what happened (Hoo, chills)
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| Pop pills, do what you feel, I'm on that zombie (Hey, hoo)
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| I'm more like Gaddafi, I'm not no Gandhi (Gaddafi, hey)
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| I'm more like I'm David, Goliath runnin' (Hey, hey)
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| Niggas be clonin', I find it funny (Clone, haha)
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| We from the Nawf, straight out of the dungeon (We from the Nawf, hey)
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| I go in her mouth, she can't tell me nothin' (Eghck, eghck, egchk)
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| 300, the watch is out of your budget (Woo, woo, 300)
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| Mean-muggin' got me clutchin'
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| Yeah, and this stick right out of Russia
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| Ice water, turned Atlantic (Freeze)
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| Nightcrawlin' in the Phantom (Skrrt, skrrt)
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| Told them hoes that don't you panic
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| Took an island, (Yeah) flood the mansion (Big water)
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| Dropped the roof, more expansion
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| Drive a coupe you can stand in (It's lit)
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| Bitches undercover (In the sheets)
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| I'm an ass and titty lover (Big ass)
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| Guess we all made for each other
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| Now that all the dawgs free (Yeah, yeah)
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| And we out in these streets (Alright)
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| Can you do it, can you pop it for me?
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| Pull up in a Demon, on God (On God)
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| Lookin' like I still do fraud (Fraud)
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| Flyin' private jet with the rod (Rod)
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| This that Z shit, this that Z shit (This that Z shit)
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| Pull up in a Demon, on God (On God)
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| Lookin' like I still do fraud (Fraud)
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| Flyin' private jet with the rod (Rod)
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| This that Z shit, this that Z shit (This that Z shit)
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| In a Hellcat 'cause I'm a hell-raiser
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| Self-made, I don't owe a nigga nann favor
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| When you get that money, nigga, keep your heart
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| I'm slidin' in a coupe, ain't got no key to start
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| I got the fire on me in BET Awards
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| When your well run dry, you know you need me for it
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| When I pull up in the Buick, you know what I'm doin'
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| If the police get behind me, I'm fleein' and eludin'
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| Sleepin' on the palette turned me to a savage
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| I'm a project baby, now I stay in Calabasas
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| Like I still serve fiends, like I'm still jackin'
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| I be sippin' on lean, tryna keep balance
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| Hit that Z-Walk, Dickie's with my Reeboks
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| I don't say much, I just let the heat talk
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| Your jewelry water whip, diamonds like re-rock
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| My lil' baby ride the dick like a seatlock
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| When I stepped up on the scene, I was on a bean
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| When I jumped up out the Beam', I was in Celine
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| Baby girl, you just a fling, that ain't what I mean
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| Money bustin' out my jeans like I do the scheme
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| Pull up in a Demon, on God (On God)
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| Lookin' like I still do fraud (Fraud)
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| Flyin' private jet with the rod (Rod)
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| This that Z shit, this that Z shit (This that Z shit)
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| Pull up in a Demon, on God (On God)
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| Lookin' like I still do fraud (Fraud)
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| Flyin' private jet with the rod (Rod)
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| This that Z shit, this that Z shit (This that Z shit)
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| Uh-huh, ha, oh-ah-oh
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| Uh-huh, ha, oh-ah-oh
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| Uh-huh, ha, oh-ah-oh
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| Uh-huh, ha, oh-ah-oh |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song ZEZE , by - Kodak Black. Song from the album Dying to Live, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп