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| Name | KODAK BLACK - ZEZE ft. Travis Scott, offset (Lyrics) |
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| Upload Date | This Video Uploaded At 20-08-2021 07:32:35 |
| Video Discription | -I do not own this song- Original link- https://youtu.be/EfHNIPXTxy0 Kodak black- https://youtube.com/c/KodakBlack Travis Scott- https://youtube.com/user/TravisScottXX Copyright Disclaimer under Section 107 of the copyright act 1976, allowance is made for fair use for purposes such as criticism, comment, news reporting, scholarship, and research. Fair use is a use permitted by copyright statute that might otherwise be infringing. Non-profit, educational or personal use tips the balance in favour of fair use. 🎶Lyrics :- D.A. got that dope! Ice water, turned Atlantic (Freeze) Nightcrawling in the Phantom (Skrrt, skrrt) Told them hoes that don't you panic Took an island, flood the mansion (Yeah, big water) Dropped the roof, more expansion Drive a coupe you can stand in (It's lit) See the 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) 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) Offset! 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 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 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 clutching Yeah, and this stick right out of Russia Ice water, turned Atlantic (Freeze) Nightcrawling in the Phantom (Skrrt, skrrt) Told them hoes that don't you panic Took an island, flood the mansion (Yeah, big water) Dropped the roof, more expansion Drive a coupe you can stand in (It's lit) Bitches undercover (In the sheets) I'm an ass and titties lover (Big ass) Guess we all went 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) 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) 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 doing If the police get behind me, I'm fleeing and eluding Sleeping 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 jacking 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 seat lock 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 busting out my jeans like I do the scheme 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) 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) 🤍Thanks for watching🤍 Subscribe for more💕 |
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