Deth Coni - my za

I don't got anything good to say, I'ma say in advance
I hate the life that I'm livin' but they all just say I'm the man
You can have friends or riches, you choose, But in this world mostly, you finna lose friends
One day when we really make the news, we won't ever have to say this again
I gotta look my shawty in the face, I love you so much
You been with me since a kid, it is what it is, now we so grown up
But half of the time that we chillin' I feel like I'm happier in all of the photos
Will all of my problems be gone if I make some millions
Will it be solved up, or what
So I turn off my phone and I just get straight to my zone
Brand new mode
I'm just really chillin' with my dog
This bitch, she gold
She look like the cover of Vogue
Yeah, I am just trying to fuck, but she really wanna be goals
They talk 'bout whats that smell
Nigga that's my za
They talk 'bout whats that smell
Nigga that's my za
They talk 'bout whats that smell
Nigga that's my za
They talk 'bout whats that smell
Nigga that's my za
They talkin' 'bout
Talk 'bout
Talk 'bout
Talk 'bout what
You is a pussy nigga, why you jaw jackin'
Grab the Tec, and you know what's up
I gotta huge, no damn small habit, i'ma smoke 'till I pop a lung
I want that big baller, no small status, i'ma drive up in that hush
I gotta bad bitch from the Alps
She fill her mouth with this damn nut
I am so glad I ain't stuck on the couch, at my mama house, being a damn chump
In this life you really gotta have standards
I been the man since grade one
One day I'm really gon hop out the lamb and these niggas gon feel the lamest
Yeah, she wanna fuck with the mutt
She wanna fuck with the kush yeah
She wanna fuck on the kush yeah
She wanna fuck on the za
You know I run with the mob
You know I run with the guys
I really fell in love with the za
That mother Mary apple pie
I gotta look my shawty in the face, I love you so much
You been with me since a kid, it is what it is, now we so grown up
But half of the time that we chillin' I feel like I'm happier in all of the photos
Will all of my problems be gone if I make some millions
Will it be solved up, or what
So I turn off my phone and I just get straight to my zone
Brand new mode
I'm just really chillin' with my dog
This bitch, she gold
She look like the cover of Vogue
Yeah, I am just trying to fuck, but she really wanna be goals
They talk 'bout whats that smell
Nigga that's my za
They talk 'bout whats that smell
Nigga that's my za
They talk 'bout whats that smell
Nigga that's my za
They talk 'bout whats that smell
Nigga that's my za
They talkin' 'bout
Talk 'bout
Talk 'bout
Talk 'bout what
They talkin' 'bout
Talk 'bout
Talk 'bout
Talk 'bout what
They talkin' 'bout
Talk 'bout
Talk 'bout
Talk 'bout what
They talkin' 'bout what's that smell
Niggas that's my za

Written by:
Coni Excalibur

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