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