Smoking The Zaza It Go Straight To The Mta Lyrics. Main song words are Blue cheese I swear I’m addicted to blue cheese I gotta stick to this paper-like loose leaf.
Smoking The Zaza It Go Straight To The Mta Lyrics
Loyalty over royalty, y’all n^ggas know the vibes
(Pxcoyo killed this beat, B^tch)
Whoopty
B^tch, I’m outside it’s a movie (Whoopty!)
Blue cheese
I swear I’m addicted to blue cheese
I gotta stick to this paper-like loose leaf
B^tch, I’m ’bout my chicken like it’s a two-piece
You can have your B^tch back, she a groupie
She just swallowed all my kids in the two-seat
Swagged out
For Milly, we bringing them gats out
I still got some racks stuffed in the trap house
Off the 42, I’m blowing her back out
I’m back on my bullsh^t
Swing back with a full clip
They say I’m moving ruthless
And my shooters, they shooting
I don’t shake ’til thеy roof criss
I get the breesh, then it’s adiós
If I’m with your treesh thеn she’s giving throat
When I see police, then we getting low
That’s another piece, that’s another Zoe
Ice in the VV’s, now she’s down to get treeshy
I got all this water on me, like Fiji
B^tch, I’m posted up with Hats and the Sleezys
Smokin’ the Zaza, it goes straight to the māthā
Then I’m uppin’ the choppa
I’m hittin’ the cha-cha, open his lata
Then he dancin’ bachata
Smokin’ the Zaza, it goes straight to the māthā
Then I’m uppin’ the choppa
I’m hittin’ the cha-cha, then I open his lata
Then he dancin’ bachata
Whoopty
B^tch, I’m outside it’s a movie (Whoopty!)
Blue cheese
I swear I’m addicted to blue cheese
I gotta stick to this paper-like loose leaf
B^tch, I’m ’bout my chicken like it’s a two-piece
You can have your B^tch back, she a groupie
She just swallowed all my kids in the two-seat
Swagged out
For Milly, we bringing them gats out
I still got some racks stuffed in the trap house
Off the 42, I’m blowing her back out
I’m back on my bullsh^t
Swing back with a full clip
They say I’m moving ruthless
And my shooters, they shooting
I don’t shake ’til they roof criss
Swagged out
For Milly, we bringing them gats out
I still got some racks stuffed in the trap house
Off the 42, I’m blowing her back out
I’m back on my bullsh^t
Swing back with a full clip
They say I’m moving ruthless
And my shooters, they shooting
I don’t shake ’til they roof criss
