a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

zero balance - tazmin lyrics

(intro)

aye what up twister
h*llo, who’s this
it’s tazmin
ah okay, tell em’ what you bout’ n*gga
aha
i stack some pape’ & then

(verse)

i snag these b*tches up, no ted bundy
they rate me r, these n*ggas pg
i’m countin’ cash burning blue cheese
rocks ona’ fella, i feel like memphis bleek
my coupe smells like og kush keef
i’m an american self*made monopoly
these n*ggas p*ssy, i’m an og
i’ve been draining glass in hotel suites
if i ain’t workin’ i start itching like a dope fiend
hittin’ plays b*tch i bank at c*h*a*s*e
chin splitter on the coupe, chrome feet
i blast the ac whеn i drive i’m ridin’ with the heat
i likе my women hot as h*ll, like south beach
got 8 b*lls, no pool sticks
ben franks & ar toys, i play with hoes emotionally
my b*tch bad, she’s the sh*t
i like bottoms on my b*tches, like no roof, they get topless
clase azul sends my ass to sleep
dead prezis, dead prezis bust out my deep denim pockets
i’m hot as h*ll but got zero degrees
paper raining in my bank, i get mouth, no orthodontist
my ruger toys don’t playboy, 1953
i cut that hoe up out my life, these b*tches know i get dauntless
my boogers dazzle, got no g*e*d
shelby rims, wide body physique
belt buckle, vuitton louis
rwds with gutted out duallys
i only work like 8 days a week
unemployed hustler, dawg head be offin’ the narcotics
my diamonds drip just lika’ kitchen sink
no car note cuz’ i bought it, my xl pitbull is exotic
i’m not talkin’ bout’ uh
i ain’t talkin’ bout’ pianos, n*ggas play with keys
17’s on my jag, chrome cat badge, electric seats
when i hit nightclubs i got georges bustin’ out my jeans
i take these b*tches breaths away, br*br breathe breathe
(inhales)
(exhales)
my bomber jackets cost a fortune, the guts are mink
n*ggas is b*tches b*tches b*tches, all these
(whistles)
b*tches throw looks at me in clubs
hit a l!ck, i get it quick, srt jeep cherokee
i babysit bottles of bub
retro jordan’s on my b*tch, af1’s on my pair of feet
when i link with her i get rubbed
(gasps)
tommy hilfiger jumpsuits, i’m dressin’ established
cookie in my chest, i got cash stashed in kitchen cabinets
9s 10s, i attract em’ i’m a b*tch magnet
i fell in love with thick thotties, all my hoes got asses
true religion t*straights, chanel on my glasses
i shine because i ball hard like the dallas mavericks
hustlin’ 7 days a week, i got zero balance b*tch
it’s tazmin

let’s go

- tazmin lyrics

Random Song Lyrics :

Popular