ZEZE Karaoke - Kodak Black & Travis Scott & Offset

This title is a cover of ZEZE as made famous by Kodak Black
feat. Travis Scott & Offset

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With backing vocals (with or without vocals in the KFN version)

Same as the original tempo: 98 BPM

In the same key as the original: G♯m

Duration: 03:49 - Preview at: 02:46

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Release date: 2018
Genres: Rap & Hip-Hop, In English
Original songwriters: Christina Gandy-Rodgers, David L Doman, Dieuson Octave, J. Thomas, Jacques Webster, Kiari Kendrell Cephus, Marcus Prince

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Lyrics ZEZE

Ice water, turned Atlantic

Night crawlin' in a Phantom

Told 'em Hold it don't you panic

Took an island, flood the mansion

Drop the roof, more expansion

Drive a coupe, you can't stand it

See the bitches undercover

I'm an ass and titties lover

Guess we all meant for each other

Now that all the dogs free

And we out in these streets

Can you do it

Can you pop it for me

Pull up in the Demon on God

Lookin' like I still do fraud

Flyin' private jet with the rod

It's that Z shit, it's that Z shit

Pull up in the Demon on God

Lookin' like I still do fraud

Flyin' private jet with the rod

It's that Z shit, it's that Z shit

Offset

Blow the brains out the coupe

Police wanna talk but I'm on mute

Imma bust her wrist down 'cos she cute

Fuck her on the yacht

Dive in the pool

She an addict

Addict for the lifestyle and the Patek, big daddy

Have you ever felt Chanel fabrics

I be drippin' to death

I need a casket

And we got more stripes than the ref

We foul, tech 'em

In the middle of the field like David Beckham

All my niggas locked up for real

I'm tryna help 'em

When I got a mill got me the chills

Don't know what happened

Pop pills, do what you feel

I'm on that zombie

I'm more like Gaddafi

I'm not no Gandhi

I'm more like I'm David

Goliath runnin'

Niggas be clonin'

I find it funny

We from the Nawf

Straight out the dungeons

I go in her mouth

She can't tell me nothin'

Three hundred the watch is out of your budget

Mean muggin' got me clutchin'

Yeah

And the stick right out of Russia

Ice water, turned Atlantic

Night crawlin' in a Phantom

Told 'em Hold it don't you panic

Took an island, flood the mansion

Drop the roof, more expansion

Drive a coupe, you can't stand it

See the bitches undercover

I'm an ass and titties lover

Guess we all meant for each other

Now that all the dogs free

And we out in these streets

Can you do it

Can you pop it for me

Pull up in the Demon on God

Lookin' like I still do fraud

Flyin' private jet with the rod

It's that Z shit, it's that Z shit

Pull up in the Demon on God

Lookin' like I still do fraud

Flyin' private jet with the rod

It's that Z shit, it's that Z shit

In the Hellcat 'cos I'm a hell raiser

Self-made, I don't owe a nigga nothin' favor

When you get that money nigga keep your heart

I'm slidin' in a coupe

Ain't got no key to start

I got the fire on me in BET Awards

When your well run dry you know you need me for

When I pull up in the Buick you know what I'm doin'

If the police get behind me

I'm fleein' and eludin'

Sleepin' on a pallet turned me to a savage

I'm a Project Baby

Now I stay in Calabasas

Like I still serve fiends

Like I'm still jackin'

I be sippin' on lean tryna keep balance

Hit that Z-Walk

Dickie's with my Reeboks

I don't say much

I just let the heat talk

Your jewelry water whip

Diamonds like re-rock

My lil' baby ride that dick like a seesaw

When I stepped up on the scene

I was on a bean

When I jumped up out the Beam'

I was in Selene

Baby girl you just a fling

That ain't what I mean

Money bustin' out my jeans like I do the scheme

Pull up in the Demon on God

Lookin' like I still do fraud

Flyin' private jet with the rod

It's that Z shit, it's that Z shit

Pull up in the Demon on God

Lookin' like I still do fraud

Flyin' private jet with the rod

It's that Z shit, it's that Z shit

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