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Lil Keed – Zaza Lyrics

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[Intro: Future]
Wheezy outta here (Wheezy outta here)

[Chorus: Lil Keed]
They just hopped out that Lamb’ truck smokin’ ‘Scotti
I just catched a body she say ”You know that you about it”
Lil’ ZAZA, bad boys, it’s hell of a rockin’
I think I’m James Harden ’cause I ride with that rocket
Coupe thirty-pack of that X and you know it’s a party
My partner scratchin’ throat like lil’ juice department
It’s loyalty within the coupe so we ridin’
She eat on that molly, talk white like she Kylie (Hey)
I been feelin’ so strange, they got my lil’ dawg in the cage
They say my reason haven’t have escaped
Then deep down inside I feel enraged
Got some money in my bag need some space
Hop inside the coupe, she said, ”Love space”
Got two Fendis on me, I ain’t talkin’ BAPE
I’m stacked up on everythin’ I got away

[Verse 1: Lil Keed]
Rockin’ a Gucci shirt, got a snake around the collar
I’ll rock the shows in lil ‘Vette or new bottle
Wherever you callin’, just know I got bankrolls
Ain’t statin’, you give yo’ hate a hold, I ride with a gun and a capo
He don’t pray to God so his life gon’ go, flick up that pussy like a tampon
I don’t go back, I don’t agree with her
Here, go some X’s on X’s make sure to drop the hood
I want my money growin’ like it’s a newborn
I been gettin’ fly as fuck, I feel like I’m airborne
Told my lil’ partner to book me a show because he broke
I told him to cap on it, niggas ain’t big, dawg
Yeah, I’m pushin’ buttons, just know that I tap on it
I’m just sittin’ back, just countin’ up, thankin’ God put my face on it
Man, you know this your final warnin’
Nigga, get out of there when the sun come
Need a big play or the cat ’cause the boy home
In need of a shelter, these boys, they is so homeless

[Chorus: Lil Keed]
They just hopped out that Lamb’ truck smokin’ ‘Scotti
I just catched a body she say ”You know that you about it”
Lil’ ZAZA, bad boys, it’s hell of a rockin’
I think I’m James Harden ’cause I ride with that rocket
Coupe thirty-pack of that X and you know it’s a party
My partner scratchin’ throat like lil’ juice department
It’s loyalty within the coupe so we ridin’
She eat on that molly, talk white like she Kylie (Hey)
I been feelin’ so strange, they got my lil’ dawg in the cage
They say my reason haven’t have escaped
Then deep down inside I feel enraged
Got some money in my bag need some space
Hop inside the coupe, she said, ”Love space”
Got two Fendis on me, I ain’t talkin’ BAPE
I’m stacked up on everythin’ I got away

[Verse 2: Future]
Come get everythin’ I wanted in this shit, AP’s for the lil’ bitch
Money on money on money on money on money on money, I’m too stripped
Heard of my crew? I’m bigger than Jesus
Me and Lil Keed got more hits than The Beatles
I drip prestigious, they even delicious
I put designer they match with Amiri
Ain’t got no love for a nigga who hate
They send them killers to spray where you lay
Changin’ my side depend on the location
Put a Patek on her, maybe I love her
Bought a Rolls-Royce that don’t mean that I trust her
Ain’t got not trust for the trust on my cutter
Celine and blankets, they wrapped on my cover
Can’t be her mate, she used to fuck on my brother
Ain’t no more love when you come out the streets
I need some love that’s one of a kind
Poppin’ them bottles and ditchin’ them bottles
She fell in love with me and my slime
I could be cappin’ in all of my raps but I tell the truth every single time
Smokin’ on ZAZA, bad bitch callin’ me “Dada”

[Chorus: Lil Keed]
They just hopped out that Lamb’ truck smokin’ ‘Scotti
I just catched a body she say ”You know that you about it”
Lil’ ZAZA, bad boys, it’s hell of a rockin’
I think I’m James Harden ’cause I ride with that rocket
Coupe thirty-pack of that X and you know it’s a party
My partner scratchin’ throat like lil’ juice department
It’s loyalty within the coupe so we ridin’
She eat on that molly, talk white like she Kylie (Hey)
I been feelin’ so strange, they got my lil’ dawg in the cage
They say my reason haven’t have escaped
Then deep down inside I feel enraged
Got some money in my bag need some space
Hop inside the coupe, she said, ”Love space”
Got two Fendis on me, I ain’t talkin’ BAPE
I’m stacked up on everythin’ I got away

Lil Baby – All In Lyrics

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[Intro]
Cook that shit up, Quay

[Verse 1]
My mama been told me don’t give no poor performance
And whatever you gon’ do, just do it
Never thought ’bout doin’ music
I was tryna build my phone up
Contact full of drug abusers
Ridin’ around with that mask tryna figure out what my cousin doin’
Prison with the Migos, found out they was sellin’ bricks
Wish I woulda knew that shit, I woulda been lit
Swear to God, since I was seventeen, I been hood rich
I be at James Harden house, I’m all in Houston, in the mix
I’m talkin’ ’bout spare time in New York, I buy floor seats to watch the Knicks
And I don’t even know no players
I just wanna show off my new drip and put my chains in layers
I might just stand up and go crazy, someone make the lay-up
And we ain’t squashin’ shit for free, you niggas gotta pay us
You niggas better pay up, yeah
Know he might not beat it, I told the lawyer go for a lighter sentence
I don’t want know no problems with y’all niggas, y’all got women tendencies
Ion’t gotta sell drugs no more, I’m bossed up, I got plenty business
Ridin’ ’round in that Lamb’ truck, I wreck this bitch, it ain’t rented
Givin’ out my respect, get respect in every city
Niggas know I came up, but I came back through the slums with Diddy
Fucked around and got plugged in, I’m bitin’ out that Richard Mille
Stay out my lil’ brother bidness
Just know that they gettin’ millions

[Chorus]
Press the button right there to let the doors in
Go hard all year, Ion’t care, I’m goin’ all in
This house, vibes everywhere, she callin’ more friends
My world or none, ain’t mine, I cannot bargain

[Verse 2]
Sippin’ wockiana, come here thotiana
Let me buss you down, ah, yeah, yeah
What kinda watch you wanted?
Man, that’s nothin’, mami
I’m not bein’ funny, ah, yeah, yeah
I shoulda knew you was gon’ rat the day you told me
A hundred racks in all dubs, it ain’t no foldin’ me
I ain’t no puppet, ain’t with nobody controllin’ me
I go LeBron when it’s crunch time, it ain’t no holdin’ me
Got the Maybach, Benz truck, I’m tryna buy one
I told lil’ shawty, “Just let bygones be bygones”
Tell the Feds get off my dick, I don’t gotta buy guns
Ain’t got the right one, yeah

[Chorus]
Press the button right there to let the doors in
Go hard all year, Ion’t care, I’m goin’ all in
This house, vibes everywhere, she callin’ more friends
My world or none, ain’t mine, I cannot bargain

[Outro]
To let the doors in
I’m goin’ all in
She callin’ more friends
I cannot bargain