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)
Nightcrawlin' in a Phantom
(Skrrt, skrrt)
Told them hoes that don't you panic
Took an island, (Yeah) flood
the mansion (Big water)
Dropped the roof, more expansion
Drive a coupe you can
stand in (It's lit)
She loves bitches undercover
(In the sheets)
I'm an ass and titties lover (Big ass)
Guess we all made for each other
Now that all the dawgs
free (Yeah, yeah)
And we out in these streets (Alright)
Can you do it, can you pop it for me?
Pull up in a Demon, on God (On God)
Lookin' like I still do fraud (Fraud)
Flyin' private jet with the rod (Rod)
This that Z shit, this that
Z shit (This that Z shit)
Blow the brains out the coupe (Boo)
Police wanna talk, but I'm
on mute (Woo-woo, hey)
I'ma bust her wrist down
'cause she cute (Ice)
Fuck her on a yacht, dive
in a 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,
he foul, TEC him (Bow, stripes)
In the middle of the field like
David Beckham (Field, bow-bow)
All my niggas locked up, for real,
I'm tryna help 'em (Free, free)
When I got a mil', got me the
chills, don't know what
happened (Hoo, chills)
Pop pills, do what you feel, I'm
on that zombie (Hey, hoo)
I'm more like Gaddafi, I'm not
no Gandhi (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 of the
dungeon (We from the Nawf, hey)
I go in her mouth, she can't tell
me nothin' (Eghck, eghck, egchk)
300, the watch is out of your
budget (Woo, woo, 300)
Mean-muggin' got me clutchin'
Yeah, and this stick
right out of Russia
Bitches undercover (In the sheets)
In a Hellcat 'cause I'm a hell-raiser
Self-made, I don't owe
a nigga nann 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 it
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 the palette
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 the
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 Celine
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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