Izaya Tiji - zoochie lyrics
[Izaya Tiji - zoochie lyrics]
Yeah, yea, yeah yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I couldn't never, no I couldn't tap it
Soon as I'm back, they treat me so lousy
Guns on my body, hoes on my body
They lovin' the wave
and I wouldn't doubt it
She wanna get saved
so I might just clown her
She givin' face, so I will not pound her
Money discussions and money encounter
Just like Lil' Top man
It's 'gon get louder (Yea)
Did someone up like I got the power
Wettin' 'em up like I got the shower
Long ass stand up, that is the towеr
He is a lil' ass bitch, he a coward
Yes I still gеt cake by the hour
Yes I'm still 'gon back up the flock
He smokin' straight
Yea he's smokin' that powder
I see the fake, yeah inner and outer
Stank ass hoe coochie was sour
Lil' ass hoes they tryna do me so foul
Get off my dick, just get off my dick
Fuck her one time then I flick the bitch
(Just flick her)
You know that I'm 'gon check the check
Yeah you know that I'm 'gon clip the nigga
(Clip, yeah clip)
Catch 'em when I'm wrong
I'm 'gon flip the whip ('Gon flip it)
Cryin' like a hoe, I'm 'gon split his shit
Fuckin' his hoe, I picked the bitch
(Oh, yeah) 223, nigga 'gon
Slide on a nigga gon nick his shit, yeah
Send his ass up like a blimp or shit
I used to smoke on that skimpy shit, yeah
Go crazy, racks thick as shit (yeah) shit
Slime really crazy, that Jimmy stick, yeah
Windows down, blowing a blick
Cut his ass down, cut him too quick
Under pressure he 'gon break like a Ritz
Under pressure gotta keep your
Composure it's over
Ass nigga he Donald Glover
Pick another can't hold her
Jump on the yeah it's a floater
I the K, so it was over
Fuck her now, she a stalker
Dead ass nigga he a fuckin' walker
I fucked the mufuckin' Pastor's daughter
Back in school, yeah I was a Honor'
Dropped out, I don't wanna be a lawyer
The Glock, cause I couldn't be a baller
He go six feet make his ass taller
Here go a sissy, bullets 'gon Croc 'em
Cut a nigga up, yeah the nigga gon Doc 'em
Shoot a nigga up, or we 'gon rock him
Hold up
Tell 'em fill it up
Yeah they 'gon chalk 'em
Lame ass fans, bitch I just block 'em
Snake ass niggas, yeah I just clock 'em
Just put on your brakes nigga
You could cross 'em yeah, yeah, yeah
Big ass 556 'gon floss 'em
He was so green, so I just moss him
She was so mean, so I could just box her
Yeah, yeah
Pick up the bankroll just knock her
It knotted, it knotted yeah, yeah
I call the bros
I call the bros, yeah that's my shotta
Blowin' the O's blowin' up my phone
No why would you call her yeah, yeah
Gettin' this lil' hoe up yeah, yeah, yeah
I couldn't never, no I couldn't tap it
Soon as I'm back, they treat me so lousy
Guns on my body, hoes on my body
They lovin' the wave
and I wouldn't doubt it
She wanna get saved
so I might just clown her
She givin' face, so I will not pound her
Money discussions and money encounter
Just like Lil' Top man
It's 'gon get louder (Yea)
Did someone up like I got the power
Wettin' 'em up like I got the shower
Long ass stand up, that is the towеr
He is a lil' ass bitch, he a coward
Yes I still gеt cake by the hour
Yes I'm still 'gon back up the flock
He smokin' straight
Yea he's smokin' that powder
I see the fake, yeah inner and outer
Stank ass hoe coochie was sour
Lil' ass hoes they tryna do me so foul
Get off my dick, just get off my dick
Fuck her one time then I flick the bitch
(Just flick her)
You know that I'm 'gon check the check
Yeah you know that I'm 'gon clip the nigga
(Clip, yeah clip)
Catch 'em when I'm wrong
I'm 'gon flip the whip ('Gon flip it)
Cryin' like a hoe, I'm 'gon split his shit
Fuckin' his hoe, I picked the bitch
(Oh, yeah) 223, nigga 'gon
Slide on a nigga gon nick his shit, yeah
Send his ass up like a blimp or shit
I used to smoke on that skimpy shit, yeah
Go crazy, racks thick as shit (yeah) shit
Slime really crazy, that Jimmy stick, yeah
Windows down, blowing a blick
Cut his ass down, cut him too quick
Under pressure he 'gon break like a Ritz
Under pressure gotta keep your
Composure it's over
Ass nigga he Donald Glover
Pick another can't hold her
Jump on the yeah it's a floater
I the K, so it was over
Fuck her now, she a stalker
Dead ass nigga he a fuckin' walker
I fucked the mufuckin' Pastor's daughter
Back in school, yeah I was a Honor'
Dropped out, I don't wanna be a lawyer
The Glock, cause I couldn't be a baller
He go six feet make his ass taller
Here go a sissy, bullets 'gon Croc 'em
Cut a nigga up, yeah the nigga gon Doc 'em
Shoot a nigga up, or we 'gon rock him
Hold up
Tell 'em fill it up
Yeah they 'gon chalk 'em
Lame ass fans, bitch I just block 'em
Snake ass niggas, yeah I just clock 'em
Just put on your brakes nigga
You could cross 'em yeah, yeah, yeah
Big ass 556 'gon floss 'em
He was so green, so I just moss him
She was so mean, so I could just box her
Yeah, yeah
Pick up the bankroll just knock her
It knotted, it knotted yeah, yeah
I call the bros
I call the bros, yeah that's my shotta
Blowin' the O's blowin' up my phone
No why would you call her yeah, yeah
Gettin' this lil' hoe up yeah, yeah, yeah