blizzie - zaza lyrics
blizzie: smokin’ good gas, got a n-gga g-ssed (up)
torch came through with that pack
i got h-lla green and i don’t play for the packs (uh)
money fallin’ out my -ss
torch: pull up with the real big racks, n-ggas want some za’, i’m coming through with the pack
got some b-tches showin’ t-ttie, b-tches showin’ -ss
what you think yo’ girl gon’ do for this cash?
blizzie: she want me to throw it, she gon’ catch these racks
whippin’ like batman, pullin’ up all black
808, you could hear the subs in the back
b-tches suck a n-gga like a motherf-ckin’ vac
torch: pour up this drink, like dis sh-t is some milk
pull up real coo’, choppas’ hang out the whip
he gotta problem, we pull out the clips
chasin’ this bag, b-tch i grab it and dip!
blizzie: grab it and dip, i be dabbin’ and sh-t
you be cappin’ and sh-t, i ain’t havin’ that sh-t
been a man since the jit, been through h-ll in dis’ b-tch
and i still made it out, i’m the muf-ckin’ sh-t!
torch: plug call the gang, got some dress comin’ in
she ate the molly, then rubbed on her friend
f-cked that b-tch once, i won’t f-ck her again
slide through with drac’s, hoppin’ out minivans
blizzie: need that bread and them bands, so a n-gga got hustle
if something is up, i ain’t talkin’ bout’ russell
like brushin’ they t–th, ya that b-tch gonna gargle
like thanksgiving dinner, that b-tch gonna gobble!
torch: clean out her tonsils, and rollin’ off yoppas
pull up wit’ glockies, and pull up wit’ choppas’
don’t make me think twice, or i might have to rob you
smokin’ them opps, make a n-gga feel honored!
blizzie: roll trees when i’m bothered
i do not like talkin’ like steven hawking cause i do not like talking
they flock on the gram, ya these b-tches be stalking
got sauce drippin’ down when a n-gga be walkin’
torch: since she wanna’ kiss, put this choppa to her lip
b-tch i got some real slimey n-ggas in the whip
caught the pack made that b-tch backspin and flip
pull out the mac’ and i empty the clip
blizzie: like curry, get it and i’m out in a hurry
ice around my neck it’s a f-ckin’ mcflurry
(uh) feds talkin’ bout’ em’, brand new
lookin’ like n-gga, who you?
i been out the way in the stu’, switchin lanes in the coupe
i been tryna make these moves, i don’t f-ck wit’ these dudes
i get mean, i get rude
want all the beef, all the food
torch: you textin’ her phone while she cleanin’ my sheets
blew his -ss down, now he can’t use his feet
mask on, mask off, i’m the trap houdini
jump out the car, b-tch that drop out yo’ week
blizzie: b-tches booted, they get sh-t, so hot sh-t gon’ tweak
while we smokin’, it smell like some dirty -ss feet
b-tches booted, they get sh-t, so hot sh-t gon’ tweak
while we smokin’, it smell like some dirty -ss feet!
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