Kodak Black - ZEZE (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Kodak Black - ZEZE (en) Lyrics
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D.A. got that dope!
Ice water, turned Atlantic (Freeze)
Night crawlin' in a Phantom
(Skrrt, skrrt)
Told 'em "Hold it, don't you panic"
Took an island, flood the
mansion (Yah, big woe)
Drop the roof, more expansion
Drive a coupe, you can't
stand it (It's lit)
Bitches undercover (In the sheets)
I'm an ass and titties lover (Big ass)
Guess we all meant for each other
Now that all the dogs
free (Yeah, yeah)
And we out in these streets (Alright)
Can you do it? Can you pop it for me?
Pull up in the Demon on God
Lookin' like I still do fraud
Flyin' private jet with the rod
It's that Z shit, it's that Z shit
Blow the brains out the coupe (Boom)
Police wanna talk, but I'm
on mute (Woop woop, hey)
I'ma bust her wrist down
'cause she cute (Ice)
Fuck her on the yacht, dive
in the pool (Yeah)
She an addict (Addict)
Addict for the lifestyle
and the Patek (Patek)
Big daddy, have you ever felt
Chanel fabrics? (Chanel)
I be drippin' to death, I
need a casket (Drippin')
And we got more stripes than the ref,
we foul, tech 'em (Bow, stripes)
In the middle of the field like
David Beckham (Field, bow)
All my niggas locked up for real,
I'm tryna help 'em (Free, free)
When I got a mill, got me the
chills, don't know what
happened (Ooh, chills)
Pop pills, do what you feel, I'm
on that zombie (Hey, hoo)
I'm more like Gaddafi, I'm not
no Ghandi (Gaddafi, hey)
I'm more like I'm David, Goliath
runnin' (Hey, hey)
Niggas be clonin', I find
it funny (Clone, haha)
We from the Nawf, straight out the
dungeons (We from the Nawf, hey)
I go in her mouth, she can't tell
me nothin' (Egh, egh, egc)
Three hundred the watch is out of your
budget (Woo, woo, three hundred)
Mean muggin' got me clutchin'
And the stick right out of Russia
In the Hellcat 'cause
I'm a hell raiser
Self-made, I don't owe
a nigga nothin' favor
When you get that money,
nigga, keep your heart
I'm slidin' in a coupe, ain't
got no key to start
I got the fire on me in BET Awards
When your well run dry, you
know you need me for
When I pull up in the Buick,
you know what I'm doin'
If the police get behind me,
I'm fleein' and eludin'
Sleepin' on a pallet turned
me to a savage
I'm a Project Baby, now
I stay in Calabasas
Like I still serve fiends,
like I'm still jackin'
I be sippin' on lean
tryna keep balance
Hit that Z-Walk, Dickie's
with my Reeboks
I don't say much, I just
let the heat talk
Your jewelry water whip,
diamonds like re-rock
My lil' baby ride that
dick like a seesaw
When I stepped up on the
scene, I was on a bean
When I jumped up out the
Beam', I was in Selene
Baby girl, you just a fling,
that ain't what I mean
Money bustin' out my jeans
like I do the scheme
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