Video Zaza de Fenix Flexin 2024 Rap Lyrics

Fenix Flexin - Zaza Lyrics

ZaZa Lyrics[Intro]
(FBeat go crazy)
(FBeat producing all the heat)

[Verse 1]
The only reason that I broke was to see if a nigga still got it
Yeah, I'm still poppin', I carry steel often
You know I'm pill poppin', my niggas real goblins
Nigga play around with me, I had to killshot 'em
Ay, I'm really on it, ask about me nigga I don't hesitate to blow it
I got big bands in the bottom of my Louis bag
This nigga' bitch hella bad so I know he mad
I be ready for whateva 100 in the mag
Give his toe a tag, leave ya body in the bag
I just put her on some molly, now she actin' bad
But you know me, I need Fiji like im mr. Krabs
Ay, where them bands, lil baby
Put that money in my hands, lil baby
Ay, I be doin' what he can't, lil baby
He a fan, not a man, why you playin' with him, baby
Ay, listen, nigga check it out
Shots poppin' outta P90, this shit wrеckin' house
Lasers, chillin' on the fan, this is not a tasеr
Nigga try to say it's smoke, turn him to a vapor
[Chorus]
Nigga, I'm smokin' ZaZa
Ali in the Baba
Bitch I got that white girl like I'm Lady Gaga
I got Gucci, Louis, Louis, Fendi and the Prada
Magic trick, I broke the cash, Voila
Ay, I'm smokin' Zaza
Ali in the Baba
Bitch I got that white girl like I'm Lady Gaga
I got Gucci, Louis, Louis, Fendi and the Prada
Magic trick, I broke the pockets for the cash, Voila

[Verse 2]
I don't want no Backwood, where to grab the leaf
Hit a lil baby off the perc, get to smackin' cheeks (on the perc' thing)
Nigga, how you wanna play it
All these niggas really pussy, boy I hate to say it
Ay, but you ain't ballin' on a budget nigga
If you ain't know then ask around, we really thuggin' nigga
Who the fuck do this bitch think she talkin to
20 bands on me in the club when I'm walking through (I'm like a band-aid)
Yeah, I'm in the different tax bracket (tax bracket)
Yeah, so I stay around from niggas 'cause they backstabbin' (stay away from)
No in effect, we blitz niggas, this is not Madden (we go blitzin')
We keep them choppas in the whip, we do not stashin'
Yeah, they know a nigga rich, know a nigga lit (know a nigga lit)
They know (?) and put 'em choppers in this bitch (dr-dr-drr)
Drums on us, we get to rockin' niggas bitch (drums on it)
Like we out at club in Houston , rockets in this bitch
(Ay ay)
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I'm smokin' ZaZa
Ali in the Baba
Bitch I got that white girl like I'm Lady Gaga
I got Gucci, Louis, Louis, Fendi and the Prada
Magic trick, I broke the pocket for the cash, Voila

[Outro]
Nigga
Ay Ay
Bitch!(FBeat go crazy)