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lirik lagu zeze (nitin randhawa remix) – nitin randhawa

[intro]
d.a. got that dope!

[refrain: kodak black]
pull up in a demon, on god (on god)
lookin’ like i still do fraud (fraud)
flyin’ private jet with the rod (rod)
this that z sh*t, this that z sh*t (this that z sh*t)
pull up in a demon, on god (on god)
lookin’ like i still do fraud (fraud)
flyin’ privatе jet with the rod (rod)
this that z sh*t, this that z sh*t (this that z sh*t)
[verse 1: tyga]
slide on it pimp gamе with my pinky ring
lotta gang, lotta b*tches, and a icy chain
why you claim that you rich? that’s a false claim
i be straight to the whip, no baggage claim
whole lotta styles, can’t even pr*nounce the name
you ain’t got no style, see you on my instagram
i be rockin’ it like it’s fresh out the pan
only when i’m takin’ pics, i’m the middleman
walk, talk it like a boss, i just lift a hand
three million cash, call me rain man
money like a shower, that’s my rain dance
and we all in black, like it’s gangland
say the wrong words, you be hangman
watch me stick to your b*tch like a spray tan
aw, mr. what*kind*of*car*he*in?
and the city love my name, n*gga, i ain’t gotta say it

[refrain: kodak black]
pull up in a demon, on god (on god)
lookin’ like i still do fraud (fraud)
flyin’ private jet with the rod (rod)
this that z sh*t, this that z sh*t (this that z sh*t)
pull up in a demon, on god (on god)
lookin’ like i still do fraud (fraud)
flyin’ private jet with the rod (rod)
this that z sh*t, this that z sh*t (this that z sh*t)
[verse 2: offset]
offset!
blow the brains out the coupe (boom)
police wanna talk, but i’m on mute (woo*woo, hey)
i’ma bust her wrist down ’cause she cute (ice, ice)
f*ck her on a yacht, dive in a pool (yeah)
she an addict (addict), addict for the lifestyle and the patek (patek)
big daddy, have you ever felt chanel fabrics? (chanel)
i be drippin’ to death, i need a casket (drippin’)
and we got more stripes than the ref, he foul, tec him (bow, stripes)
in the middle of the field like david beckham (field, bow*bow)
all my n*ggas locked up, for real, i’m tryna help ’em (free, free)
when i got a mil’, got me the chills, don’t know what happened (hoo, chills)
pop pills, do what you feel, i’m on that zombie (hey, hoo)
i’m more like gaddafi, i’m not no gandhi (gaddafi, hey)
i’m more like i’m david, goliath runnin’ (hey, hey)
n*ggas be clonin’, i find it funny (clone, haha)
we from the nawf, straight out of the dungeon (we from the nawf, hey)
i go in her mouth, she can’t tell me nothin’ (eghck, eghck, egchk)
300, the watch is out of your budget (woo, woo, 300)
mean*muggin’ got me clutchin’
yeah, and this stick right out of russia

[chorus: travis scott]
ice water, turned atlantic (freeze)
nightcrawlin’ in the phantom (skrrt, skrrt)
told them hoes that don’t you panic
took an island, (yeah) flood the mansion (big water)
dropped the roof, more expansion
drive a coupe you can stand in (it’s lit)
see the b*tches undercover (in the sheets)
i’m an ass and titty lover (big ass)
guess we all made for each other
now that all the dawgs free (yeah, yeah)
and we out in these streets (alright)
can you do it, can you pop it for me?
[refrain: kodak black]
pull up in a demon, on god (on god)
lookin’ like i still do fraud (fraud)
flyin’ private jet with the rod (rod)
this that z sh*t, this that z sh*t (this that z sh*t)
pull up in a demon, on god (on god)
lookin’ like i still do fraud (fraud)
flyin’ private jet with the rod (rod)
this that z sh*t, this that z sh*t (this that z sh*t)

[verse 3: chris brown]
who you think you finna play with?
who you think you finna run your mouth to and won’t say sh*t?
i’m outchea when it’s cold, leave you out there
them bullets hot, think not, get your mouth chipped
h*lla n*gga’s talk sh*t but they stand still
let’s take a trip, duct tape, how the van feel?
hunnid thousand dollar cartiers, i’ma change sh*t
keep playin’ with liu kang, i’ma kick it to your main b*tch
and i’ve been f*ckin’ hoes on my bae sh*t
come to the crib, i tell ’em go to the sp*ceship
red pill, blue pill, we in the matrix
take it to the face, better do what i say, b*tch
he make it outta here then he a winner
if a n*gga try to run then we pull up in sprinters
we get to bustin’ at your bucket, f*ck it hit ‘cho liver
end of discussion, it’s nothing, i eat you p*ssies for dinner
i got no time, for fake ones, k!llers on the west side, with them real guns
and if you try to wave the white flag, we gon’ still come
“where you at? here, n*gga!” all this p*ssy i’ma drill somethin’

[verse 4: kodak black]
in a h*llcat ’cause i’m a h*ll*raiser
self*made, i don’t owe a n*gga nann favor
when you get that money, n*gga, keep your heart
i’m slidin’ in a coupe, ain’t got no key to start
i got the fire on me in bet awards
when your well run dry, you know you need me for it
when i pull up in the buick, you know what i’m doin’
if the police get behind me, i’m fleein’ and eludin’
sleepin’ on the palette turned me to a savage
i’m a project baby, now i stay in calabasas
like i still serve fiends, like i’m still jackin’
i be sippin’ on lean, tryna keep balance
hit that z*walk, d*ckie’s with my reeboks
i don’t say much, i just let the heat talk
your jewelry water whip, diamonds like re*rock
my lil’ baby ride the d*ck like a seesaw
when i stepped up on the scene, i was on a bean
when i jumped up out the beam’, i was in celine
baby girl, you just a fling, that ain’t what i mean
money bustin’ out my jeans like i do the scheme

[verse 5: g*eazy]
yeah, ayy, yeah, f*ck with me and get some money
yeah, in miami partying with puffy
ayy, she want to f*ck, i told her bring her buddy
ayy, yeah, suck a* suck a d*ck or something
yeah, what’s understood ain’t gotta be explained
ayy, strippers at 11 keep me entertained
money dance, money dance, just to make it rain
yeah, third album, nothing was the same
it ain’t safe, it ain’t safe, a*$*a*p
i come from the bay where the cuddies say “yee”
touchdown in the town, i’m as big as kd
see nba money, plant a f*cking money tree, ayy
diamonds, crystal geyser
big body, that 488’s wider
pulling up like along came a spider
the fourth time i put a baby inside her

[verse 6: dr. dre & eminem]
time’s up, game’s over, you lose, i win
’bout to show these knuckleheads how to do this here
oh yeah, new year, next phase, begin
look who’s got you goin’ crazy again
i’m a trend, i set one every time i’m in
i go out, and just come back full circle again
you a fad, that means you something that we already had
but once you’re gone, you don’t come back (oh!)
too bad, you’re off the map now, radar can’t even find you
we stay on the grind, you slip, we out*grind you
you walk around mad, you let your anger blind you
we walk around, just playin’ the violin behind you
enough with all the p*ssin’ and moanin’, wining and b*tchin’
sit and observe, listen, you’ll learn if you pay attention
why 10 multi*platinum albums later, three diamond
worldwide, we’re on the charts with a bullet, and still climbin’

[verse 7: 50 cent, dr. dre & eminem]
bounce now, hands up, you know how we do
we make the club jump everywhere we go
it’s no secret, everybody know
when dre’s involved, there’s plenty of money involved
and plenty honey’s involved and sunny sundays and palm trees
cali, everyday is just another party
from the valleys all the way to them 8 mile alleys
let’s rally, hands up for the grand finale
now raise up out your seat, dre’s about to speak
blaze a pound of weed six days up out the week
you can catch me in the studio, bangin’ out the beats to
provide you with the heat that keep blazing out your speakers
so never say never ’cause shady, aftermath together
along with g*unit records presents the return of the
the doc and shady, no one can do it better
we tear the club up and leave without a shred of evidence that a…

[outro]
uh*huh, ha, oh*ah*oh
uh*huh, ha, oh*ah*oh
uh*huh, ha, oh*ah*oh
uh*huh, ha, oh*ah*oh

- nitin randhawa

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