Zambezi Lyrics
Uh, uh, uh, uh
My 8x12s considered porno
Flip the semi-auto
I don’t have any morals [?] thoughtful
640 four door sports coupe Burberry waterproof
Boss moves, wealth is fertilized along with horse poo
Lawyers like Cochran
Running your thot rocking [?] break the box spring
Dye the fox pink
Cameos with cameo
The ladies throw panties, this feel like New Edition
[?] minus the wet Gheri curl
The black Led Zeppelin
My [?] go from zero to sixty in less than six seconds
This shit was destined
Flicking ashes out the Hummer
Kicking asses, taking numbers
[?] ratchets, breaking rubbers
This is crack we play the oven
Kidnap niggas’ baby mothers
Maybe others [?]
Spray your black Mercedes bumper
Pump the shotty, cock the body slumped, dump one
Snatched his link, shit was [?] like Brian Pumper’s
Shit, my heart is frigid, I’m an art exhibit
Crashed the boat, that’s just a part of living
My soul descendants from the heavens
And I’m pretty sure I’ve been hear before ’cause I can feel it
When the wolves screams my eyes turn black and I can’t feel shit
Spin the wheel, Skip, quick like a spinning heel kick
There’s only so much that I can deal with
Turning the veal strips
You’ll have to learn braille, shit
I don’t know about no jail shit
I’m talking to the pilot about the tail end
Look at this brand I built hand and wheel
I should’ve played the point guard at Vanderbilt
Standing still, just hand me the pill
Drive a white van in Amityville
When I [?] can’t be real
[?] speak clearly about my origin
And I ain’t talkin’ ’bout Oregon
I’m ’bout to go on tour again
So buy your tickets and fly your bitch in
Fry the chicken
Play me five feet, a wise decision
