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