Lyrics Zizzy Poppin – 3.5

3.5 Lyrics – Zizzy Poppin

Singer: Zizzy Poppin
Title: 3.5

Ay
{?} D, turn me up
Pull up V12, and you know the stick Russian
Zizzy baby hot like he just jumped out the oven

And I nutted in ya b#tch, why you think her face puffy?
My hood b#tch tote mace, why you think the lick comfy?
12 inches dual venting, push through the trap hummin’
All my n#gg#s ’bout a dollar, always into somethin’

At first she was curvin’, then I pulled up like Jack Humphrey
Turn up the whole city, makin’ out to the country
n#gg#s know Zizzy, VVS’ lightin’ up the morning
Slime that boy out just like Floyd, left his nose runnin’

Get it in, break it down, no cut, make the same money
Drop top, S-Class, hogging both lanes, dummy
Whippin’ up fish scale, hit it ’til it get lumpy
36 of Bubba Bettis and we Kevin Johnson

Zizzy whip it, makе it stretch, come and spend a wholе hunnid
Come and let me coach you, you can call me Zizzy Johnson
Bae, you turn me on like the water and the lights
I wanna deep sea dive, slip and slide just like tyte

My dawg caught a body waitin’ on appeal, I sent a kite
And you can blow a little bit but you can’t spend the night
Zizzy keep big heat, big nicks, call it Glenn Rice
We spin sh#t like Regi’s, spend a Benz if the price right

Million dollar hole to the big scree
Boy, you gotta have hope, you want real cream?
300 dollar cup, no Jim Bean
Kiltech stick, it’s 6 beam

What the lick read? Kick the door, let off 16
I ain’t even give that boy time to let the bih leave
Pull in a CLS, this the big league
Hangin’ with the G’s all night, I was 15

UNC, smoke it off the can, call it quick quick green
Bagged it so fast they can’t believe it like Ripley’s, simply
Boy, you p#ss# n#gg#s D-League
Zizzy goin’ up, yeah, the ticket goin’ up, up North

Boy, we even got lit weed
She wanna leave to belize, we can deep sea
You know we came from the bottom like some seaweed
Bad big head bih like RiRi

A couple thousand for a verse, no freebies
No games, PX4, that’s a 16
I just wanna play up in your mouth just like a dentist
I just wanna work that little body like some fitness

And this 40’s transsexual, I put t#tt#es on it
Come up with a scheme and put the city on it
.9 with a beam, my n#gg#s really on it
M-Lick, Mickey D’s, yeah, my n#gg#s really hungry

And f#ck these rap n#gg#s ’cause they really phony
Getting raped by your label, you’s a organ donor
I pull up in a skeet, it’s a melatonin
Mean melatonin, pretty dark skin, melatonin

We got that white girl, call it Melony
White crystal, same color as Beverly
No advance, I own my label, no leveraging
Marble floors, marble counters with the pebbles in it

Down south, B&B with the rebels in it
Pull up on him, gun ’em down off a serotonin
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