BroGodZilla - ARIZONA (feat. Randys Alive Not Dead & Lil Shipe)

I know it's a lot of crazy shit going on
A lot of people got they needs
I'ma just tell you what I need
Tell you what I need

All I need is my Mama
And a bag of California
And a can of Arizona
Give a fuck about the laws
I'm in my zone
Don't give two fuck about the law
Don't give two fuck I'm on my job
Don't give two fuck about the law
Don't give two fuck I'm on my job
All I need is my Mama
And a bag of California
And a can of Arizona
Give a fuck about the laws
I'm in my zone
Don't give two fuck about the law
Don't give two fuck I'm on my job
Don't give two fuck about the law
Don't give two fuck I'm on my job

Got these other bitches mad at you
Go head girl I'm proud of you
Go go, go go
Set fire to the whole dance floor
Everybody scared they don't see you sweat
Do you cross fit?
You a brick and a half
Off-White kicks and a Chloe bag
You bougie, you say that's all Chloe had
None of that shit really goes
You already know
But you the bomb, the bomb
To keep it one hun' I would bottom for you but I don't uh
Wait, there's no comparing you
But I'm aware that you like to really really really like to play with food
Uh, can't even go
I'm out of this room
I'm gone

All I need is my Mama
And a bag of California
And a can of Arizona
Give a fuck about the laws
I'm in my zone
Don't give two fuck about the law
Don't give two fuck I'm on my job
Don't give two fuck about the law
Don't give two fuck I'm on my job
All I need is my Mama
And a bag of California
And a can of Arizona
Give a fuck about the laws
I'm in my zone
Don't give two fuck about the law
Don't give two fuck I'm on my job
Don't give two fuck about the law
Don't give two fuck I'm on my job

Middle finger to the 5-0
I ain't fucking with these jive hoes, uh
No more
No more
They be sweating all on my ball
Let me get a grip let me get that bag
Let me get a bitch let me grab that ass
Let me get a grip let me get that bag
Let me get a bitch let me grab that ass
Feels like I'm saving these souls
I do not know
I just go on and on
Niggas my son, som' like Gohan
I just go on and on, aye
We is not hearing you
My shit is spiritual
Know we turning up all on your stereos
Uh, alien flow
Out of this world
Im gone

All I need is my Mama
And a bag of California
And a can of Arizona
Give a fuck about the laws
I'm in my zone
Don't give two fuck about the law
Don't give two fuck I'm on my job
Don't give two fuck about the law
Don't give two fuck I'm on my job
All I need is my Mama
And a bag of California
And a can of Arizona
Give a fuck about the laws
I'm in my zone
Don't give two fuck about the law
Don't give two fuck I'm on my job
Don't give two fuck about the law
Don't give two fuck I'm on my job

You know that type of girl you can creep with
3AM rendezvous, give her deep dick
Say she kinda gotta' man but she pro choice
That's cool I'll be ya lil secret
So fresh so clean, so lenient
My city I can show you where the keys is
Westside Nigga you can roam a beach with
He a drill rapper leave him in the streets quick
Mhm, girl you fine by design
Wondering if I could make you see sounds
Break it down to your spine
And your fluid
Show you how a real Nigga moving
Baby, this is more than the music
But don't you overdo it
I know we get along when we lonely
But i gotta' separate the fakes from the clone
If it's safe it'll form
But otherwise no, I can't relate to the norm
I'll be great while I'm gone

All I need is my Mama
And a bag of California
And a can of Arizona
Give a fuck about the laws
I'm in my zone
Don't give two fuck about the law
Don't give two fuck I'm on my job
Don't give two fuck about the law
Don't give two fuck I'm on my job
All I need is my Mama
And a bag of California
And a can of Arizona
Give a fuck about the laws
I'm in my zone
Don't give two fuck about the law
Don't give two fuck I'm on my job
Don't give two fuck about the law
Don't give two fuck I'm on my job

Check!
Roll up that Backwood give her the feeling
Couple sips out that green cup
Shawty is chilling
Comfortable with a Nigga cause I'm seeing her smile
Couple minutes later move ger Ethika to the side
Mardi Gras float on the dick the way that she ride
FaceTime me the pussy, I'll be ready to slide
Bring her to the Eastside and we doing the thang
Dodgin' all these potholes swerving them lanes (Look)
Don't even have to sweet talk
A New Orleans Nigga
Once she hear my speech she gon' capiche
With the drip and extra shit
Watch her dip
Put the dick on her in and outside of the whip
Not a cent to her CashApp, gotta relax
Copped her some Beignets, hand grenades
Tryna' get to my heart cause she opened her legs
I'm good on you babe
Eh

Written by:
Bernard Batiste Jr, Daniel Jordan, Zeke Guerra

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