zaza - Nef The Pharaoh

Aye, you know me I’m just coolin' smokin' zaza

For the gas I’ma slide, and I ain’t talkin' cha-cha

Gotta bitch so bad, and she call me papa

Get the coochie so wet, sound like cheesy pasta

Mmm creamy ricotta

Make a nerd mad hit his bitch like piñata

I’m sorry I couldn’t resist, she was lookin' foxy, I’m Naurto, she Hinata

Shawty brain game weak so I call her baka

Not a whore, but she drink me like horchata

My brodie got the xd, that shit go fa-fa

Ya’ll some puppets, all I hear is waka waka

2021 and it’s still fuck the coppas

All pigs die slow, or eatin' caca

Keep beat pack on me like I’m Garra

Slide to the dispo when I land in lala

I get bread like challah, grandpa was polish

Chase the guala 'till I get wrist on Rolex

Ain’t talkin' murals when she ask me for mo' sex

In her water and she suck me up like vortex

I’m a rich nigga with some kids I’ma bag dad

Left my side bitch, and put her shit in a trash bag

One thing about chang chang, I get the last laugh

Nigga you’ll never hear a ho say I went half

V-V-S on my neck no einstein

Bitch my baby drac got a nose like Gonzo

Big snakes in the front yard, get the lawn mowed

I told my Spanish bitch, get it pronto

I roll up gas 'lato in the fronto

You be cappin', I’m the captain nigga huncho

I’m 5'9 but on my money I’m 7'4

If she loves me, the ho gon' sell her throat

I heard the feds givin' cases, I’m not tellin'

Bitch I’ma pimp, so much game, I could fuck Ellen

Mike Myers, all you niggas is my mini me’s

Drop skizzy, fade back like I’m twenty three

Chain on me, I’m just coolin' smokin' zaza

For the gas I’ma slide, and I ain’t talkin' cha-cha

Gotta bitch so bad, and she call me papa

Get the coochie so wet, sound like cheesy pasta

You know me I’m just coolin' smokin' zaza

For the gas I’ma slide, and I ain’t talkin' cha-cha

Gotta bitch so bad, and she call me papa

I’m only worried boutta bag and that’s on my momma

I’m only worried boutta the cash and that’s on my loved ones

My pockets on cancer, I get paid in lump-sums

If it’s funk let me know, so we can run some'

Shawty got good brain, but suck me like dumb dumb

Rice how you always up?

Ain’t no rest for the wicked

You gotta give it all to me like I found golden ticket

My pack big loud, yo' pack be stayin' with the cricket (Shh)

My dog got the cookie cutter, I ain’t talkin' picket