Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song zaza , by - Nef The Pharaoh. Release date: 16.09.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
zaza |
| Aye, you know me I’m just coolin' smokin' zaza |
| For the gas I’ma slide, and I ain’t talkin' cha-cha |
| Gotta bitch so bad, and she call me papa |
| Get the coochie so wet, sound like cheesy pasta |
| Mmm creamy ricotta |
| Make a nerd mad hit his bitch like piñata |
| I’m sorry I couldn’t resist, she was lookin' foxy, I’m Naurto, she Hinata |
| Shawty brain game weak so I call her baka |
| Not a whore, but she drink me like horchata |
| My brodie got the xd, that shit go fa-fa |
| Ya’ll some puppets, all I hear is waka waka |
| 2021 and it’s still fuck the coppas |
| All pigs die slow, or eatin' caca |
| Keep beat pack on me like I’m Garra |
| Slide to the dispo when I land in lala |
| I get bread like challah, grandpa was polish |
| Chase the guala 'till I get wrist on Rolex |
| Ain’t talkin' murals when she ask me for mo' sex |
| In her water and she suck me up like vortex |
| I’m a rich nigga with some kids I’ma bag dad |
| Left my side bitch, and put her shit in a trash bag |
| One thing about chang chang, I get the last laugh |
| Nigga you’ll never hear a ho say I went half |
| V-V-S on my neck no einstein |
| Bitch my baby drac got a nose like Gonzo |
| Big snakes in the front yard, get the lawn mowed |
| I told my Spanish bitch, get it pronto |
| I roll up gas 'lato in the fronto |
| You be cappin', I’m the captain nigga huncho |
| I’m 5'9 but on my money I’m 7'4 |
| If she loves me, the ho gon' sell her throat |
| I heard the feds givin' cases, I’m not tellin' |
| Bitch I’ma pimp, so much game, I could fuck Ellen |
| Mike Myers, all you niggas is my mini me’s |
| Drop skizzy, fade back like I’m twenty three |
| Chain on me, I’m just coolin' smokin' zaza |
| For the gas I’ma slide, and I ain’t talkin' cha-cha |
| Gotta bitch so bad, and she call me papa |
| Get the coochie so wet, sound like cheesy pasta |
| You know me I’m just coolin' smokin' zaza |
| For the gas I’ma slide, and I ain’t talkin' cha-cha |
| Gotta bitch so bad, and she call me papa |
| I’m only worried boutta bag and that’s on my momma |
| I’m only worried boutta the cash and that’s on my loved ones |
| My pockets on cancer, I get paid in lump-sums |
| If it’s funk let me know, so we can run some' |
| Shawty got good brain, but suck me like dumb dumb |
| Rice how you always up? |
| Ain’t no rest for the wicked |
| You gotta give it all to me like I found golden ticket |
| My pack big loud, yo' pack be stayin' with the cricket (Shh) |
| My dog got the cookie cutter, I ain’t talkin' picket |