Letra zaza Lyrics en Ingles
[intro] |
boom, boom, uh |
(ayo, ray, where the keys at?) |
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[verse 1] |
hear that hot shit we really pop shit |
when we drop shit, you copped it, we really drop shit |
who got the keys to the locksmith? im finna flock shit |
yall be all upon my dick like this gon make yall profit, look |
hit his matha-tha, that shit go bananas, na-na, na-na-na |
i dont beef with gerbers, he a baby, goo-goo, ga-ga-ga |
grra-ta-ta, .40 hit him, make him do the cha-cha-cha |
nah, nah, nah, i dont want the block, i want the zaza |
are you dumb? you aint spin a block, you a damn lie |
suck a dick, you aint kill shit, you let your mans die |
tell me you not feelin shit cause we was killin shit |
member days when we was hittin shit, dont want to reminisce |
look, lil shawty got the body-ody, ody-ody |
slimy mouth, she gave me sloppy-toppy in the maserati |
are you dumb? where couldnt i come? |
are you dumb? when you see me, you better run |
you got your gun? they caught that nigga lackin like a bitch |
they killed your cousin and your man and you still aint do shit |
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[chorus] |
and we still screamin out "gang, gang, gang," look |
free the guys in the chain-gang-gang |
finna go insane, let it bang, bang, bang |
ima up this chopper, get out my way |
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[verse 2] |
get out my way im comin through, boom |
go get your fans up, he in the dirt, go pick your mans up |
dummy, like fuck a booth, go get a strap, look |
its funny, your man is never comin back |
boy, you dumb enough, dumb or what? |
aint no fightin, boy, that gun is up, go try runnin up |
she keep sendin me emoji, how she tryna fuck or what? |
girl, im good, already fucked enough, but you could suck me up |
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[chorus] |
and we still screamin out "gang, gang, gang," look |
free the guys in the chain-gang-gang |
finna go insane, let it bang, bang, bang |
ima up this chopper, get out my way |
6ix9ine zaza Lyrics Translate
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6ix9ine traducción
[intro] |
boom, boom, uh |
(ayo, ray, where the keys at?) |
|
[verse 1] |
hear that hot shit we really pop shit |
when we drop shit, you copped it, we really drop shit |
who got the keys to the locksmith? im finna flock shit |
yall be all upon my dick like this gon make yall profit, look |
hit his matha-tha, that shit go bananas, na-na, na-na-na |
i dont beef with gerbers, he a baby, goo-goo, ga-ga-ga |
grra-ta-ta, .40 hit him, make him do the cha-cha-cha |
nah, nah, nah, i dont want the block, i want the zaza |
are you dumb? you aint spin a block, you a damn lie |
suck a dick, you aint kill shit, you let your mans die |
tell me you not feelin shit cause we was killin shit |
member days when we was hittin shit, dont want to reminisce |
look, lil shawty got the body-ody, ody-ody |
slimy mouth, she gave me sloppy-toppy in the maserati |
are you dumb? where couldnt i come? |
are you dumb? when you see me, you better run |
you got your gun? they caught that nigga lackin like a bitch |
they killed your cousin and your man and you still aint do shit |
|
[chorus] |
and we still screamin out "gang, gang, gang," look |
free the guys in the chain-gang-gang |
finna go insane, let it bang, bang, bang |
ima up this chopper, get out my way |
|
[verse 2] |
get out my way im comin through, boom |
go get your fans up, he in the dirt, go pick your mans up |
dummy, like fuck a booth, go get a strap, look |
its funny, your man is never comin back |
boy, you dumb enough, dumb or what? |
aint no fightin, boy, that gun is up, go try runnin up |
she keep sendin me emoji, how she tryna fuck or what? |
girl, im good, already fucked enough, but you could suck me up |
|
[chorus] |
and we still screamin out "gang, gang, gang," look |
free the guys in the chain-gang-gang |
finna go insane, let it bang, bang, bang |
ima up this chopper, get out my way
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