izaya tiji - zoochie lyrics
[intro]
yeah, yea, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[verse]
i couldn’t never, no i couldn’t tap it
soon as i’m back, they treat me so lousy
guns on my body, hoes on my body
they lovin’ the wave, and i wouldn’t doubt it
she wanna get saved, so i might just clown her
she givin’ face, so i will not pound her
money discussions and money encounter
just like lil’ top man, it’s ‘gon get louder (yea)
did someone up like i got the power
wettin’ ’em up like i got the shower
long ass stand up, that is the towеr
he is a lil’ ass b_tch, he a coward
yes i still gеt cake by the hour
yes i’m still ‘gon back up the flock
he smokin’ straight, yea he’s smokin’ that powder
i see the fake, yeah inner and outer
stank ass hoe
coochie was sour
lil’ ass hoes
they tryna do me so foul
get off my d_ck, just get off my d_ck
f_ck her one time then i fl!ck the b_tch (just fl!ck her)
you know that i’m ‘gon check the check, yeah
you know that i’m ‘gon clip the neck (clip, yeah clip)
catch ’em when i’m wrong, i’m ‘gon flip the whip (‘gon flip it)
cryin’ like a hoe, i’m ‘gon split his sh_t
f_cked on his hoe, i picked the b_tch (oh, yeah)
.223, n_gga ‘gon [?]
slide on a n_gga gon nick his sh_t, yeah
send his ass up like a blimp or sh_t
i used to smoke on that skimpy sh_t, yeah
go crazy, racks thick as sh_t (yeah)
[?] sh_t
slime really crazy, that jimmy stick, yeah
windows down, blowing a bl!ck
cut his ass down, cut him too quick
under pressure he ‘gon [?] like a risk
under pressure gotta keep your composure
[?] it’s over
[?] ass n_gga he donald glover
pick another [?] can’t hold her
jump on the [?] yeah it’s a floater
i [?] the k, so it was over
[?] f_ck her now, she a [?] stalker
dead ass n_gga he a f_ckin’ walker
i f_cked the muf_ckin’ pastor’s daughter
back in school, yeah i was a honor’
dropped out, i don’t wanna be a lawyer
[?] the glock, cause i couldn’t be a baller
he go six feet make his ass taller
here go a sissy, bullets ‘gon croc ’em
cut a n_gga up, yeah the n_gga gon doc ’em
shoot a n_gga up, or we ‘gon rock him
hold up
[outro]
tell ’em fill it up, yeah they ‘gon chalk ’em
lame ass fans, b_tch i just block ’em
snake ass n_ggas, yeah i just clock ’em
just put on your brakes n_gga, you could cross ’em
yeah, yeah, yeah
big ass 5.56 ‘gon floss ’em
he was so green, so i just moss him
she was so mean, so i could just box her
yeah, yeah
pick up the bankroll just knock her
it knotted, it knotted
yeah, yeah
i call the bros
i call the bros, yeah that’s my shotta
blowin’ the o’s
blowin’ up my phone, no why would you call her
yeah, yeah
gettin’ this lil’ hoe up
yeah, yeah, yeah
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