Lyrics lil ricefield – Zaza

Zaza Lyrics – lil ricefield

Singer: lil ricefield
Title: Zaza

Aye, you know me i’m just coolin’ smokin’ zaza
For the gas i’ma slide, and i ain’t talkin’ cha-cha
Gotta b#tch 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 b#tch 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 wh#re, but she drink me like horchata
My brodie got the xd, that sh#t go fa-fa
Ya’ll some puppets, all i hear is waka waka
2021 and it’s still f#ck 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 n#gg# with some kids i’ma bag dad

Left my side b#tch, and put her sh#t in a trash bag
One thing about chang chang, i get the last laugh
n#gg# you’ll never hear a ho say i went half
V-v-s on my neck no einstein

b#tch my baby drac got a nose like gonzo
Big snakes in the front yard, get the lawn mowed
I told my spanish b#tch, get it pronto
I roll up gas ‘lato in the fronto

You be cappin’, i’m the captain n#gg# 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’

b#tch i’ma pimp, so much game, i could f#ck ellen
Mike myers, all you n#gg#s 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 b#tch 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 b#tch 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
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