[Music] Kodak Black – ZEZE

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[Music] Kodak Black - ZEZE
[Music] Kodak Black – ZEZE

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Renowned music producer DJ Khaled has once again teamed up with prolific artist Kodak Black to deliver a scintillating new track titled “ZEZE.” This dynamic collaboration blends Kodak Black’s signature flow with infectious beats curated by DJ Khaled, resulting in a track that effortlessly captures the essence of contemporary rap. The fusion of catchy hooks and pulsating rhythms creates an irresistible energy, ensuring that “ZEZE” stands out as a must-listen addition to your playlist.

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Lyrics
D.a. got that dope!
Ice water, turned Atlantic (freeze)Nightcrawling in the Phantom (skrrt, skrrt)Told them hoes that don’t you panicTook an island, flood the mansion (yeah, big water)Dropped the roof, more expansionDrive a coupe you can stand in (it’s lit)
See the bitches undercover (in the sheets)I’m an ass and titties lover (big ass)Guess we all made for each otherNow that all the dawgs free (yeah, yeah)And we out in these streets (alright)Can you do it, can you pop it for me?
Pull up in a demon, on God (on God)Lookin’ like I still do fraud (fraud)Flyin’ private jet with the rod (rod)This that Z shit, this that Z shit (this that Z shit)
Pull up in a demon, on God (on God)Lookin’ like I still do fraud (fraud)Flyin’ private jet with the rod (rod)This that Z shit, this that Z shit (this that Z shit) (Offset!)
Blow the brains out the coupe (boo)Police wanna talk, but I’m on mute (woo, woo, hey)I’ma bust her wrist down ’cause she cute (ice)Fuck her on a yacht, dive in a pool (yeah)She an addict (addict)Addict for the lifestyle and the Patek (Patek)Big daddy, have you ever felt Chanel fabrics? (Chanel)I be drippin’ to death, I need a casket (drippin’)And we got more stripes than the ref, he foul, TEC him (bow, stripes)
In the middle of the field like David Beckham (field, bow-bow)All my niggas locked up, for realI’m tryna help ’em (free, free)When I got a mil’, got me the chillsDon’t know what happened (hoo, chills)Pop pills, do what you feel, I’m on that zombie (hey, hoo)
I’m more like Gaddafi, I’m not no Ghandi (Gaddafi, hey)I’m more like I’m David, Goliath runnin’ (hey, hey)Niggas be clonin’, I find it funny (clone, haha)We from the Nawf, straight out of the dungeon(We from the Nawf, hey)I go in her mouth, she can’t tell me nothin’ (eghck, eghck, egchk)300, the watch is out of your budget (woo, woo, 300)Mean-muggin’ got me clutchingYeah, and this stick right out of Russia
Ice water, turned Atlantic (freeze)Nightcrawling in the Phantom (skrrt, skrrt)Told them hoes that don’t you panicTook an island, flood the mansion (yeah, big water)Dropped the roof, more expansionDrive a coupe you can stand in (it’s lit)
See the bitches undercover (in the sheets)I’m an ass and titties lover (big ass)Guess we all made for each otherNow that all the dawgs free (yeah, yeah)And we out in these streets (alright)Can you do it, can you pop it for me?
Pull up in a demon, on God (on God)Lookin’ like I still do fraud (fraud)Flyin’ private jet with the rod (rod)This that Z shit, this that Z shit (this that Z shit)
Pull up in a demon, on God (On God)Lookin’ like I still do fraud (fraud)Flyin’ private jet with the rod (rod)This that Z shit, this that Z shit (this that Z shit)
In a Hellcat ’cause I’m a hell-raiserSelf-made, I don’t owe a nigga nann favorWhen you get that money, nigga, keep your heartI’m slidin’ in a coupe, ain’t got no key to startI got the fire on me in BET AwardsWhen your well run dry, you know you need me for itWhen I pull up in the BuickYou know what I’m doingIf the police get behind me, I’m fleeing and eluding
Sleeping on the palette turned me to a savageI’m a project baby, now I stay in CalabasasLike I still serve fiends, like I’m still jackingI be sippin’ on lean, tryna keep balanceHit that Z-Walk, Dickie’s with my ReeboksI don’t say much, I just let the heat talkYour jewelry water whip, diamonds like re-rockMy lil’ baby ride the dick like a seat lock
When I stepped up on the scene, I was on a beanWhen I jumped up out the Beam’, I was in CelineBaby girl you just a fling, that ain’t what I meanMoney busting out my jeans like I do the scheme
Pull up in a demon, on God (on God)Lookin’ like I still do fraud (fraud)Flyin’ private jet with the rod (rod)This that Z shit, this that Z shit (this that Z shit)
Pull up in a demon, on God (on God)Lookin’ like I still do fraud (fraud)Flyin’ private jet with the rod (rod)This that Z shit, this that Z shit (this that Z shit)

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