letra de zaza - lil ricefield
(seiji sama)
[chorus: lil ricefield]
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
[verse 1: lil ricefield]
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 wh0re, 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’ s-x
in her water and she suck me up like vortex
[verse 2: nef the pharaoh]
i’m a rich n-gga 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-gga 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 pr-nto
i roll up gas ‘lato in the fronto
you be cappin’, i’m the captain n-gga 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-ggas is my mini me’s
drop skizzy, fade back like i’m twenty three
[chorus: lil ricefield]
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
[verse 3: lil ricefield]
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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