Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cruisin, artist - Zig Zag. Date of issue: 22.07.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Cruisin |
| Cruisin' down Jefferson |
| All my niggas finna win |
| You know how the fuck it go |
| I be counting all this fucking dough |
| We be rolling so deep |
| Fitted down to my feet |
| You cappin', nigga get smoked |
| Boy you know how the fuck it goes |
| Boy it’s only I like Cyclops |
| You niggas washed up like eyedrops |
| Loving everything that I drop |
| Boy switch up this bitch like wife swap |
| Motherfucking niggas wanna talk shit |
| Guess these motherfucking niggas must have lost it |
| You got another problem, nigga better fucking solve 'em |
| Better get it worked out like cross-fit |
| Niggas getting so faded off this |
| Never see myself sitting in an office |
| They say I got it back I never lost it |
| Boy I spit sick shit like a cough, bitch |
| Man hello, hello hear the echo, echo |
| From a fly ass girl she be yellow, hello |
| Man no discrimination, shots to the face and |
| Coming off as a nice fellow? |
| Hell no |
| Man its only me and my niggas |
| On some G shit, man it’s like 3 of us niggas |
| But they know me in this bitch, so we deep in this bitch |
| Homie don’t blink it’ll be 15 other niggas, man |
| We be chillin' boy, Nap-Town all the way down to Illinois |
| Fort Weezy see me on TV |
| Little niggas wanna be me, tell em' be easy, see me… |
| Cruisin' down Jefferson |
| All my niggas finna win |
| You know how the fuck it go |
| I be counting all this fucking dough |
| We be rolling so deep |
| Fitted down to my feet |
| You cappin', nigga get smoked |
| Boy you know how the fuck it goes |
| Cruisin' down Jefferson |
| All my niggas finna win |
| You know how the fuck it go |
| I be counting all this fucking dough |
| My Style is accepted |
| That money collected |
| Her body electric |
| This life is selective |
| If i say the word, then that shit be the truth |
| So you better respect it |
| That shit is expected |
| Don’t give me that fake shit that lame shit |
| Your ass get rejected you get re-directed |
| Cuz I’m unaffected by homies and girls that be hating on me |
| Man they getting neglected |
| My crew man we all be connected |
| I’m flipping these words you would think I’m dyslexic |
| We roll 30 deep if my niggas get tested |
| Then hop in an '04 Intrepid |
| We gone in a second |
| I’m reppin my town like I just got elected |
| And I’m copping top cuz you know where I’m headed |
| She twerking so hard, she look epileptic, yeah |
| I’m loosing my mind |
| And this music divine |
| And we Cruisin', we fine |
| In the news and on vine |
| You gone see me just proving these rhymes gone be using your time. |
| BOY |
| If you extra then leave me alone |
| Don’t be asking to see what I’m on |
| Probably just making these beats all alone |
| Otherwise you catch me when I’m… |