Top Songs By Th3Zizou
Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ziyad Assal
Songwriter
Lyrics
Shit how you move so clean bruh?
Yo Lemme know how you move so clean
Huh yeah It's easy listen
Move with precision I move like a surgeon
(Surgeon)
Came with a Turkish
I came w a Persian
(Persian)
See me at home
It's a whole nother version
(Version)
Zizou the man in the crib
He observing
(Observing)
Bitches is sketchy I'm drawin the curtains
(Curtains)
Too many euros I had to convert it
(Vert it)
Too many feelings I had to reverse it
(Verse it)
Long as I woke up I still got a purpose
(Ish)
I'm up in the sky gotta lower the dose
She heard that I rap
Now she wanna know more
(What?)
Baby a model I told her to pose
(Yessir)
You crossin the line then you payin a toll
(Go on)
Get it n go
He driving I roll
(Let's go)
I'm keepin it low
I'm in the zone
Don't wanna be home
I'm sick of the tone
Good on my own
We coulda been 4
I fear only one And I know he providing for us
(That's right)
I thank him you know Issa must
(Uh huh)
Angels around me and this ain't no regular buzzz
(Uh huh)
This ain't no regular buss
You wanna try me I rush
Who that behind you that's us
Turnin these ashes to dust
(Ish)
Took me a while to adjust
Used to arrive in a bus
Now it's a foreign like musk
Strokin my hair cuz she love how it's curly
Done with her early
Fly like a birdie
My shit is rare you could get it in person
Pull up n serve em
Coulda referred em
I just want money don't care what they earnin
All of this pressure like I'm in a furnace
Trust me it's urgent
We was both hurtin
I could confirm it
Move with precision I move like a surgeon
(Surgeon)
Came with a Turkish
I came with a Persian
(Persian)
See me at home
It's a whole nother version
(Version)
Zizou the man in the crib
He observing
(Observing)
Bitches is sketchy I'm drawin the curtains
(Curtains)
Too many euros I had to convert it
(Vert it)
Too many feelings I had to reverse it
(Verse it)
Long as I woke up I still got a purpose
(Ish)
I'm up in the sky gotta lower the dose
She heard that I rap
Now she wanna know more
(What?)
Baby a model I told her to pose
(Yessir)
You crossin the line then you payin a toll
(Go on)
Get it n go
He driving I roll
(Let's go)
I'm keepin it low
I'm in the zone
Don't wanna be home
I'm sick of the tone
Good on my own
We coulda been 4
I couldn't drive so I got me a chauffer
(Ayyy)
Need me 10 grams of the motherfuckin kosher
400 nights n I haven't slept sober
(What?)
I'm at ya neck like a motherfuckin cobra
Baby don't stress
It's one life then it's over
I'm out here w S
Told him keep his composure
Finna go viral
This shit like corona
I'm on the rise
And my people all know ya
(They do)
When I'm underdressed
Heard they tryna control us
I Put on Hermès
And they act like they know us
Told her say less
On to the next
Ice In my chest
Keep an eye like I'm Horus
You got some money don't matter you boring
Feel like a tourist my bitch she a foreign
Lungs are so big I could smoke me a forest
We coulda linked but you couldn't afford it
Just hit a lick cuz I couldn't afford it
I'm In too deep
Nah I couldn't abort it
(Hell nah)
Just hit a lick cuz I couldn't afford it
I'm in too deep
Nah I couldn't abort it
Barely get sleep and you bitches be snorin
She for the streets and I want her to know it
Couldn't be here so I'm tellin her stories She for the streets and I want her to know it
This shit better work I been waitin to finish
Might wait for the money don't wait for no bitches
I'm making decisions a matter of minutes
And mind yo own business I thought you ain't with it
I got that quality stashed
I cut em off and it's that
All my connects get attatched
Reason with me or I'm past
Jeezy with me in the back
(Back back)
Move with precision I move like a surgeon
(Surgeon)
Came with a Turkish
I came with a Persian
(Persian)
See me at home
It's a whole nother version
(Version)
Zizou the man in the crib
He observing
(Observing)
Bitches is sketchy I'm drawin the curtains
(Curtains)
Too many euros I had to convert it
(Vert it)
Too many feelings I had to reverse it
(Verse it)
Long as I woke up I still got a purpose
(Ish)
I'm up in the sky gotta lower the dose
She heard that I rap
Now she wanna know more
(What?)
Baby a model I told her to pose
(Yessir)
You crossin the line then you payin a toll
(Go on)
Get it n go
He driving I roll
(Let's go)
I'm keepin it low
I'm in the zone
Don't wanna be home
I'm sick of the tone
Good on my own
We coulda been 4
(Foshoooo)
Writer(s): Ziyad Assal
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com