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Joey Trap

ZAZI

 

ZAZI

(album: DT3 - 2022)


Ay, Skinny bugging
Lit about a half a pound, we smoking zazi
Serving fentanyl, this turn you to a lifeless body
Way I'm getting all these riches, bitch I feel like Roddy
Someone grab the shotty, me and skinny [?]
I be riding with that pistol while I count my money
Stay protected from these pussy niggas that be acting funny
Make it rain up on my bitches 'til this shit get sunny
Shawty smarter than a bitch, but damn her head really go dummy
Fuck I look like being sad about some Thotiana?
Shoot, we racing in the 'Rari, bitch I'm really right behind ya
I put bread up on my team but I'm the one survivor
How my niggas switch up on me quick, man I can't trust a liar

Uh, ay
Diamond: 30 bands
Went and got a chain with your lil' money, bitch I'm buying land
I be on the beach in Costa Rica chilling on the sand
Reason I don't need no poker face is you can't see my hands
Ay, make them bitches fold
Trapping out departments with the bricks and y'all done went a told
How y'all niggas snitching in the city? Boy, this shit get cold
Fuck it; by the time police up on us, work already sold
Shit, the ATMs is changing systems. We already scammed
Might as well go grab your father's mother 'cause we selling grams
How you watching everything I do, man all you niggas fans
Bitch, I feel just like a German Shepherd way we swerving lambs

Make them shoulders work
Fish scale dancing on the Yola, make the boulders twerk
Bitch ass thick as fuck around an make a soldier flirt
Sip codeine and fuck around and make the soda purp'
How you say you trap and never sold no zazi?
Looking for the 3, I got but 2 and then we cop some molly
Bitch is on her knees, she want a choo I told her that's a body
Want to work for free but I don't front, I told them niggas "Sorry"

Balling on the beat and me and Skinny really [?] the scotty
Ah
Mother fuck
Ay, mother fuck, yuh
Ay, call me Mr. Hova

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