Top Shelf Zaza
Hittin' that shit like it owed me something
Gotta take a quick toke smoke it like ya bluffin'
Gas got a pass on my overwhelmed lungs
Shit so good got me speaking in tongues
Hit it quick, pass it up, boy I ain't waitin'
Want that shit back pronto stop procrastinatin'
Got the zaza, baby mama, strain goo goo ga ga
Stoned to the dome make you go ha ha ha ha
I was always placed first in my class
Bud so damn good got me shakin' my ass
What you mean sus bars? Take a trip to mars
Got you on your back straight starin' at stars
Dirty dog in you got you chasin' some cars
All natural while smokin' laced cigars
Home grown chromosome, lawn clippings and grass
Please get it back to me with the puff puff, pass
Yeah you know what I'm smokin' on
Big booty bitch yeah you know what I'm gropin' on
I'm whippin' a monkey ass nigga and I'm kissin' I'm trippin'
Cause I'm smokin' the zaza and I'm lickin'
I'm lickin' your bitch and I'm flippin' bricks
That bitch will not get off of me cause she is like a tick
Bitch I don't give a shit
Bitch if you fuck around you gon' get crossed like Chris
I take a nigga's shoes yeah I just hit a lick
I'm smokin' on that zaza from the top shelf
I gave your bitch the dick go and ask her how it felt
Ooouuu it felt so good
That's what your bitch said when I gave her the wood
Ayy you know I'm smokin' on the za
Every time you talk all I hear is blah blah
Shut the fuck up little bitch don't talk
I gave that girl my dick until she can't walk
And you know that I won't pass it
Cause I don't like to pass gas
Like the shit that comes out of your ass
I pulled her pants down and saw that she got crabs
Okay I'm gonna change the beat back
Been a while since we talked man how's it going?
Gained an inch with this pinch bro I'm always growin'
Quit that attitude, quick with the latitude
Ease up bruh
You ain't gotta be rude
It'll come around when you got the compound
Fly so high, you gotta catch the rebound
Got these dudes bitch made with the ultrasound
Like a Disney flick, call me Homeward Bound
Grab the reefer and the ganja, make ya supersonic
Hit em' with the boom boom bap, call it ultra chronic
Discord, piss poor with that soft demeanor
Fabuloso, cleaning with that purple cleaner
Sticky icky got you feelin' kind of sicky
Take my time? Here's a quickie
At the buzzer, run it down, put me in dawg
Eyes so red, got me starin' at God
Gotta take a quick toke smoke it like ya bluffin'
Gas got a pass on my overwhelmed lungs
Shit so good got me speaking in tongues
Hit it quick, pass it up, boy I ain't waitin'
Want that shit back pronto stop procrastinatin'
Got the zaza, baby mama, strain goo goo ga ga
Stoned to the dome make you go ha ha ha ha
I was always placed first in my class
Bud so damn good got me shakin' my ass
What you mean sus bars? Take a trip to mars
Got you on your back straight starin' at stars
Dirty dog in you got you chasin' some cars
All natural while smokin' laced cigars
Home grown chromosome, lawn clippings and grass
Please get it back to me with the puff puff, pass
Yeah you know what I'm smokin' on
Big booty bitch yeah you know what I'm gropin' on
I'm whippin' a monkey ass nigga and I'm kissin' I'm trippin'
Cause I'm smokin' the zaza and I'm lickin'
I'm lickin' your bitch and I'm flippin' bricks
That bitch will not get off of me cause she is like a tick
Bitch I don't give a shit
Bitch if you fuck around you gon' get crossed like Chris
I take a nigga's shoes yeah I just hit a lick
I'm smokin' on that zaza from the top shelf
I gave your bitch the dick go and ask her how it felt
Ooouuu it felt so good
That's what your bitch said when I gave her the wood
Ayy you know I'm smokin' on the za
Every time you talk all I hear is blah blah
Shut the fuck up little bitch don't talk
I gave that girl my dick until she can't walk
And you know that I won't pass it
Cause I don't like to pass gas
Like the shit that comes out of your ass
I pulled her pants down and saw that she got crabs
Okay I'm gonna change the beat back
Been a while since we talked man how's it going?
Gained an inch with this pinch bro I'm always growin'
Quit that attitude, quick with the latitude
Ease up bruh
You ain't gotta be rude
It'll come around when you got the compound
Fly so high, you gotta catch the rebound
Got these dudes bitch made with the ultrasound
Like a Disney flick, call me Homeward Bound
Grab the reefer and the ganja, make ya supersonic
Hit em' with the boom boom bap, call it ultra chronic
Discord, piss poor with that soft demeanor
Fabuloso, cleaning with that purple cleaner
Sticky icky got you feelin' kind of sicky
Take my time? Here's a quickie
At the buzzer, run it down, put me in dawg
Eyes so red, got me starin' at God
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Writer(s): Quandale Dingle
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