Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Zaza, artist - Lil Keed. Album song Trapped On Cleveland 3, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 29.10.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: 300 Entertainment, Young Stoner Life
Song language: English
Zaza |
That jit hopped out that Lamb' truck smokin' 'Scotti |
I catch a body, say, «Just know that you 'bout it» |
The zaza bag, buds size of a broccoli |
Think I’m James Harden 'cause I ride with that rocket |
Thirty-pack of that X, man, you know it’s a party |
My partner stretch your throat like lunges in 'partments |
It’s loyalty within the crew, so we rockin' |
She eat on that molly, tongue white like it’s Kylie |
Hey, I’ve been feelin' so strange |
They got my lil' dawg in the cage |
He said my music helpin' him escape |
And deep down inside he feel enraged |
Done surrounded my bag with the spades |
Hopped up out the roof and she said she love space |
Got two 15s on me, I ain’t talkin' bass |
I thank God for everything, I got away |
Rock a Gucci shirt, got a snake 'round the collar |
I’ll rock the show in Neveda, Nevada |
Whatever you call it, just know I got bankrolls |
Play stain and you’ll get your halo |
I ride with a gun and a capo |
He don’t pray to God so his life gon' gone |
Flick up that pussy like tampon |
I don’t go back, I don’t rewind |
Here go some extras on extras, make sure the job done |
I watch my money grow up like it’s a newborn |
I been gettin' fly as fuck man, I feel like I’m airborne |
Told my lil' partner book me a show because he broke |
I told him to cap on it |
Niggas ain’t big dawg |
Yeah, I’m pushin' buttons, just know that I tap on it |
I’m just sittin' back |
Just countin' up, I ain’t gotta put my face on it |
Man, you know this your final warnin' |
Hitter get up out of there when the sun comin' |
Need a big play for the cash 'cause the boy home |
In need of a shelter, these boys, they so homeless (Wheezy outta here) |
That jit hopped out that Lamb' truck smokin' 'Scotti |
I catch a body, say, «Just know that you 'bout it» |
The zaza bag, buds size of a broccoli |
Think I’m James Harden 'cause I ride with that rocket |
Thirty-pack of that X, man, you know it’s a party |
My partner stretch your throat like lunges in 'partments |
It’s loyalty within the crew, so we rockin' |
She eat on that molly, tongue white like it’s Kylie |
Hey, I’ve been feelin' so strange |
They got my lil' dawg in the cage |
He said my music helpin' him escape |
And deep down inside he feel enraged |
Done surrounded my bag with the spades |
Hopped up out the roof and she said she love space |
Got two 15s on me, I ain’t talkin' bass |
I thank God for everything, I got away |
Conquered everything I wanted in this shit |
And AP’s for the lil' bitches |
Money on money on money on money |
On money on money, I’m too stiff |
Word to my crew, I’m bigger than Jesus |
Me and Lil Keed got more hits than The Beatles |
I’m too prestigious to eat with the leeches |
I put designer drugs in the one liter |
Ain’t got no love for no nigga who hate |
They send them killers to spray where you lay |
Changin' my side depend on the location |
Put a Patek on her, maybe I love her |
Bought her a watch, that don’t mean that I trust her |
Ain’t got not trust like the trust for my cutter |
CELINE the blankets, I’m wrapped up in covers |
Can’t be high maintenance and fuck with my brother |
Ain’t no more love when you come out the streets |
I need some love that is one of a kind |
Poppin' at bodies and didn’t tell nobody |
She fell in love with me and my slime |
I could be cappin' in all of my raps |
But I tell the truth every single time |
Smokin' on zaza, bad bitch callin' me «Dada» |
That jit hopped out that Lamb' truck smokin' 'Scotti |
I catch a body, say, «Just know that you 'bout it» |
The zaza bag, buds size of a broccoli |
Think I’m James Harden 'cause I ride with that rocket |
Thirty-pack of that X, man, you know it’s a party |
My partner stretch your throat like lunges in 'partments |
It’s loyalty within the crew, so we rockin' |
She eat on that molly, tongue white like it’s Kylie |
Hey, I’ve been feelin' so strange |
They got my lil' dawg in the cage |
He said my music helpin' him escape |
And deep down inside he feel enraged |
Done surrounded my bag with the spades |
Hopped up out the roof and she said she love space |
Got two 15s on me, I ain’t talkin' bass |
I thank God for everything, I got away |