Zed Zilla

Zed Zilla - Out The Air ft. Trouble & Dorrough lyrics

rate me

[Hook]

Them bitches like my niggas, they don’t care

Some get thrown up, they catch it out the air

Dollar bills don’t even hit the ground

I’m in the strip club for real, couple bands down

And yeah Shawty there got some ass on her

Tryina take a vip and go and smash on ‘em

Smash on ‘em, smash on ‘em, smash on ‘em

Sipping on some Texas tea and smoking California

What don’t ... there, kinda sneak upon it

And I’m super strapped, don’t’ try to sneak up on me

I fuck with BBO's, bad bitches only

Do my dick like they do the pole

Go and hop on it

And Shawty want some bread just to pussy pop

Tell Shawty, I just want some head in this drop top

I got your bitch in your bed in a leg lock

Her nigga found out and had a heart attack, red fox

No crusants or no biscuits in my bread box

Fuck a bitch and burn her brain till her head pops

Leave with me tonight

You gotta pull a double

You gotta fuck me and gotta fuck my nigga trouble

[Hook]

Them bitches like my niggas, they don’t care

Some get thrown up, they catch it out the air

Dollar bills don’t even hit the ground

I’m in the strip club for real, couple bands down

And yeah Shawty there got some ass on her

Tryina take a vip and go and smash on ‘em

Smash on ‘em, smash on ‘em, smash on ‘em

Sipping on some Texas tea and smoking California

You see my scoop is up, now I don’t fuck in with her

Cause she got a round brown, and be let me fuck her sister

Let me pass her to zed, did you hear what I said?

I’m talking bout my nigga, south meet the zedzilla

Heads with bread cup, where trouble trouble lives

Couple bands that make a bitch dance, then get out of pants

Take her to the vip and go and smash on her

Go back to post up with the homies and smoking California

Dollars bills go in the air but never reach the ground

You wonder why? Cause there’s too many piranhas round

They know ducktapers in the building, they like cocaine music

Don’t know ... listen to it, them bitches do

[Hook]

Them bitches like my niggas, they don’t care

Some get thrown up, they catch it out the air

Dollar bills don’t even hit the ground

I’m in the strip club for real, couple bands down

And yeah Shawty, they all got some ass on, ass on

Tryina take a vip and go and smash on ‘em

Smash on ‘em, smash on ‘em, smash on ‘em

Sipping on some Texas tea and smoking California

I’m on I20 west headed back to Dallas

Mind state in Callie flow and headed to my palace

I got the top down, the doors up

I’m a Texas nigga, you know I’m throwed up

On some Jordan liquor, coke mixed with hennesey

I keep a strap so I ain’t worry bout a enemy

I’m from the bottom but the top is where I’m fin to be

From the triple d, all the way to Tennessee

I got lil mama stripping, she like daddy look

She a Callie bitch rolling up some Callie kush

I’m getting paid from the shit that I done been through

I’m going hard cause the motherfucking rent due

[Hook]

Them bitches like my niggas, they don’t care

Some get thrown up, they catch it out the air

Dollar bills don’t even hit the ground

I’m in the strip club for real, couple bands down

And yeah Shawty, they all got some ass on, ass on

Tryina take a vip and go and smash on ‘em

Smash on ‘em, smash on ‘em, smash on ‘em

Sipping on some Texas tea and smoking California.

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