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ZEZE (Nitin Randhawa Remix)
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Nitin Randhawa
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D.A. got that dope! 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*t*hes undercover (In the sheets) I'm an a** and t**ty lover (Big a**) 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? 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) Slide on it pimp gamе with my pinky ring Lotta gang, lotta b*t*hes, 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 pronounce 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*t*h like a spray tan Aw, Mr. What-Kind-of-Car-He-In? And the city love my name, n***a, I ain't gotta say it 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) 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**k 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***as 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***as 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 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*t*hes undercover (In the sheets) I'm an a** and t**ty lover (Big a**) 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? 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) 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 Hella n***a'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*t*h And I've been f**kin' hoes on my bae sh*t Come to the crib, I tell 'em go to the spaceship Red pill, blue pill, we in The Matrix Take it to the face, better do what I say, b*t*h He make it outta here then he a winner If a n***a try to run then we pull up in Sprinters We get to bustin' at your bucket, f**k it hit 'cho liver End of discussion, it's nothing, I eat you pussies for dinner I got no time, for fake ones, killers 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***a!" All this pu**y I'ma drill somethin' 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*t*hes undercover (In the sheets) I'm an a** and t**ty lover (Big a**) 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? 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) In a Hellcat 'cause I'm a hell-raiser Self-made, I don't owe a n***a nann favor When you get that money, n***a, 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**kie'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**k 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 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) Yeah, ayy, yeah, f**k with me and get some money Yeah, in Miami partying with Puffy Ayy, she want to f**k, I told her bring her buddy Ayy, yeah, suck a- suck a d**k 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**king 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 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*t*hes undercover (In the sheets) I'm an a** and t**ty lover (Big a**) 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? 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) 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*t*hin’ 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’ 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… 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) Uh-huh, ha, oh-ah-oh Uh-huh, ha, oh-ah-oh Uh-huh, ha, oh-ah-oh Uh-huh, ha, oh-ah-oh
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