IRC-Galleria

[Chorus: singers]
Look nigga u donÂ’t need to act like u donÂ’t know
My niggas blow that good shit, we got dough
Bitches they wanna fuck, they always wanna stuck,
So I aint fuck with em bitches man, thatÂ’s whatÂ’s up,
And when you see that boy, yea they call me zany
Yea you might see me in the block man roll with that twenty
Yea, gold tooth on the teeth, Air force on the feet
IÂ’m a beast on the street; I got those keys on the street, yea
Mami look tight, she wanna party all night
Cause she know I love her brown looking eyes
And she know that boy Zane, looking so fly
And I aint cocking no pipe, I just smoking high
Yea em niggas do coke, yea my niggas push dope,
yea yall niggas so joke, see my niggas no broke
Yeah money is like bitch, I fuck it then I leave it
And if that bitch wonÂ’t come, I might go get it
Cause IÂ’m player, the boss, stunner,
yall know that nigga zany Zane, do what he wanna
I donÂ’t care about them niggas, what he says or she says
Im in the both man, taking pictures with the C.K
And I get pay every day, my niggas get high, yall niggas go by
See my niggas so flyyyy, yea yea we high in the moon
I told my girl Gina, I will be back very soon
And soon as I escape, I booked trip to the Paris
Took my shit out the caries, like we aint getting married
Like she aint going to have it, but fuck it
IÂ’m take a trip to the UK, you see that chick at the MySpace
She new face, IÂ’m new race, a good date, hood bake
Zany, I got that both, base nigga
and yea, every hustler got that prepay, free day
Me and my nigga most at the freeway,
Driving going hundred and ten, only honeys I sense itÂ’s the money I spend
Nigga u can ford a bitch but you canÂ’t pay out the rent
Danm, and thatÂ’s fucking shame, yall niggas fucking lame
yall bitches hypnotise, Yall play so many games,
Im dollar, pop collar, big boss, big timer nigga
Yall small time niggas, talking all that slicker
get hit quicker, so fast yall niggas cant count
I need little balance, so go touch the ground
Cause IÂ’m high on the clouds, high with the pounds
Smoking at ounce, like my money donÂ’t count
All my niggas just bounce, in the club, in the pub
In the bar, in the both, in the car, in the coupe,
In the street, in the house,
Nigga put that dinner, your bines, you finish your mouth
I run up on flipping, sipping, dipping clip in your mouth
I come deep in your house, yall nigga donÂ’t sleeping at couch
IÂ’m just bouncing and smoking, counting and posting
yall niggas been clowning and joking
Smoking ounce and you chocking
Come meet me at the august, see my face at the Google
IÂ’m a greatest, your tofu, you hatters, I smoke u
My people they locals, we creeping, we chock you
Never slepping, we close to, we deep in your soul too
We flipping, we supposed to, you sleeping, we coast you
And we smoke you, like cigarettes, go figure then,
Who is bigger man, IÂ’m nigga, then
ItÂ’s just me man, zany, no jigger man