Luyện nghe bài hát Zeze

D.A. got dope!

Ice water, Atlantic (Freeze)
in the Phantom (Skrrt, skrrt)
Told them hoes that you panic
Took an island, the mansion
(Yeah, big water)
Dropped the roof, more
a coupe you can stand in (It's lit)
See the bitches (In the sheets)
I'm an ass and lover (Big ass)
Guess we all made for each
Now that all the dawgs (Yeah, yeah)
And we out in streets (Alright)
Can you do it, can you pop it for me?

up in a demon, on God (On God)
Lookin' I still do fraud (Fraud)
private jet with the rod (Rod)
This that Z shit, this Z shit (This that Z shit)
up in a demon, on God (On God)
Lookin' like I still do (Fraud)
private jet with the rod (Rod)
This that Z shit, this that Z shit (This Z shit)

Offset! the brains out the coupe (Boo)
wanna talk, but I'm on mute (Woo, woo, hey)
I'ma bust her wrist 'cause she cute (Ice)
her on a yacht, dive in a pool (Yeah)
She an (Addict),
Addict for the lifestyle and the (Patek)
Big daddy, have you ever felt Chanel (Chanel)
I be drippin' to death, I a casket (Drippin')
And we got more stripes the ref, he foul, TEC him (Bow, stripes)
In the middle of the field like Beckham (Field, bow-bow)
All my locked up, for real
I'm tryna 'em (Free, free)
I got a mil', got me the chills,
Don't know happened (Hoo, chills)
Pop pills, do what you feel, I'm on that (Hey, hoo)
I'm more like Gaddafi, I'm not no (Gaddafi, hey)
I'm more like I'm David, runnin' (Hey, hey)
be clonin', I find it funny (Clone, haha)
We the Nawf, straight out of the dungeon
(We the Nawf, hey)
I go in her mouth, she can't me nothin' (Eghck, eghck, egchk)
300, the watch is out of budget (Woo, woo, 300)
got me clutching
Yeah, and this stick right out of

Ice water, turned (Freeze)
in the Phantom (Skrrt, skrrt)
Told them hoes that you panic
Took an island, the mansion (Yeah, big water)
Dropped the roof, more
Drive a coupe you can in (It's lit)
undercover (In the sheets)
I'm an ass and titties (Big ass)
Guess we all for each other
Now that all the free (Yeah, yeah)
And we out in streets (Alright)
Can you do it, can you pop it for me?

up in a demon, on God (On God)
Lookin' like I still do (Fraud)
Flyin' jet with the rod (Rod)
This that Z shit, this that Z (This that Z shit)
up in a demon, on God (On God)
Lookin' like I still do (Fraud)
private jet with the rod (Rod)
This that Z shit, this that Z (This that Z shit)

In a 'cause I'm a hell-raiser
Self-made, I owe a nigga nann favor
When you get money, nigga, keep your heart
I'm in a coupe, ain't got no key to start
I got the on me in BET Awards
When your well run dry, you know you me for it
I pull up in the Buick
You know I'm doing
If the get behind me, I'm fleeing and eluding
on the palette turned me to a savage
I'm a project baby, now I in Calabasas
Like I still serve fiends, like I'm still
I be on lean, tryna keep balance
Hit Z-Walk, Dickie's with my Reeboks
I don't say much, I let the heat talk
Your jewelry water whip, diamonds like
My lil' baby ride the dick a seat lock
When I up on the scene, I was on a bean
I jumped up out the Beam', I was in Celine
Baby girl you just a fling, ain't what I mean
Money out my jeans like I do the scheme

up in a demon, on God (On God)
Lookin' like I still do (Fraud)
private jet with the rod (Rod)
This that Z shit, this Z shit (This that Z shit)
up in a demon, on God (On God)
Lookin' like I still do (Fraud)
Flyin' private jet the rod (Rod)
This that Z shit, this that Z (This that Z shit)