Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Zuccenberg , by - Tommy Cash. Release date: 08.04.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Zuccenberg |
| Zucc my Zuccenberg (Zucc my Zuccenberg) |
| I'm Iceberg (I'm Iceberg) |
| Is on her (Is on her) |
| Cash is the word (Cash) |
| Brand new banger (Banger) |
| Zu- |
| Zu-, zu-, zu-, zu- |
| KFC champion crip who stops blood a tampon (Uh-uh) |
| Need a roof I'm mafia (Mafia), coke in my tea, Al Capone (Uh-uh) |
| Razer Motorola ringing (Ring-ring), they love karaoke singing |
| Hair so long like girl from Ring, all your o's in onion rings |
| I'm not taking a picture (Dick), let's talk, no messenger (Oooh!) |
| Took you on adventure, disappear like (Lala-lala) |
| 60 euros for an underwear, 3 euros worth of dick |
| 1 euro for a condom but that sex ain't worth shit (Hey, shit) |
| Victoria Secret underwear but your pussy not that secret |
| You can't hide like El Chapo, everyone knows where you keep it, keep it |
| If that ass is fake (Fake!), I will ride on that plastic (Boom!) |
| Ride my broom bitch, yeah, I will call you nasty (Boom!) |
| Zucc my Zuccenberg (Zucc my Zuccenberg) |
| I'm Iceberg (I'm Iceberg) |
| Is on her (Is on her) |
| Cash is the word (Cash is the word) |
| Zucc my Zuccenberg |
| Zu- |
| Zu-, zu-, zu-, zu- |
| Pussy, money, weed — feel like Tommy Cash |
| Slicky slicky slick, fuck a bitches gash |
| Gucci bandana, Lean in my Fanta |
| Papa in my wrapper, free basing cracka |
| Born in the blizzard shooting boy and sipping sizzurp |
| Smoking dirty blunts, still a junkie, ew |
| Inhaling PCP paranoid shaking (Shaking) |
| Drugged up junkie leopard in the flank |
| Bed side sick as fuck, ice pick shark |
| Tip toeing Air Forces (Forces) — bitches swear I'm gorgeous |
| Suicidal note (Note), god my life is worthless |
| Hammer time, hammer time, make the Glock lock Oops |
| I switch persona like a God son |
| Hammer time on my nose, that's now I'm Italian |
| Hammer time with the man |
| Claud Van Damme |
| La-la la-la, la lala lala |
| La, la, la |
| Hot shit! |
| Ho-ho-hot shit! |
| Zu-, zu-, zu-, zu- |
| Put the chrome to my dome |
| Chroma key my chromosomes |
| Fuck a throne, all these clones |
| Think they're kings inside their phone (Hahahaha) |
| All these bitches fucking moan |
| When I secrete my pheramones |
| All these bitches fucking groan |
| When I say, "Get it on ya own" (Uh, uh) |
| Never change (Nope), this I know (Yup) |
| $uicide in my throat, say it till I fucking choke |
| Competition? |
| Ooh, I don't know |
| Same shit, different day |
| Same names, different jokes |
| Same shade, different post |
| Same bitch, different hoe, uh (Yeah, hoe) |
| O-N-E M-O-R-E B-L-U-N-T |
| T-O T-H-E F-A-C-E H-O-E (Oh) |
| Woe is me (Woe is me), but I got the fucking flick behind me (Yah) |
| 30MGS (Yah), that needs to be like tripled at least (At least) |
| His own to each (His own to each), I'll lead them all to their own defeat (Oh) |
| Take a seat (Sit down), ain't no one chopping cherry trees |
| For a dollar you can suck my dick with wooden teeth |
| T-t-this new jam's breaking all the knobs off |