Rio Santana

ZEZE Remix

Rio Santana ft. Gate Citizens

LETRA

ZEZE Remix Letra

Getting low
Rio, Rio mix, yeah

Suicide doors on the Lexis
Got so much to live for, hell naw I don't gotta stress shit
Hope he get the message
He just at the crib, brainstorm, countin' money in breakfast
I'm 'bout to finesse this
I can never fit nobody, no man come and test this
Diamonds on my neck, glish
Gold on my teeth, she can never use me for my cheats

Dale, mamacita, baby, tu es muy bonita
Vem, bebê, não me duvida, ela já tá na pista, yeah
Fumando só um beck, baby, sente a brisa
Mina maravilha, quero ver você comigo, yeah
A hunnid on the dash, we take it off
You can not defeat me, punk, you soft
I don't chit chat, I'ma beat it up
Hmm, tat, tat (Brr)
I heard you a pussy, I'm a dog
You ain't catch nobody, boy, you soft
When you think you fully, you ain't really with the shits
Pop a champagne bottle on your head and bust your lips
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Long Live Jahseh, we'll be here forever all day, yeah, yeah
Better send my money my way, catch your bread up, okay, yeah, yeah
We some true legends, dawg, we done seen it all, we will never fall
Not even if you try, look him in the eyes, I'ma set it off

You don't want no [?] (No)
Nigga, I'ma getting money-addict, couple ratchet We nuh frighten fi [?] (No)
Nuff bad gyal inna di club and top gyal, ah suh we stab it
Now we flier than Aladdin (No)
Anyweh we go we get gyal, we nuh need bwoy fi travel
Gyal ah call mi dem 'Cause I mi seh mi no panic, far block 'til mi casket
Rude bwoy ting from mi seh mi hold di Glock away
Shoutout to my Haitians, stop I say, game
To dis money mi nuh kill, dem ah chat and say
Good ting applause Mi a draft, turn her on from a block away
Ting seh a joke, lose your girl to di dappa yeh
Money we ah pree-pree, dem a zeze, we nuh easy
Seh she mek mi bend, gimmie di top like Zeze
Hol' dat, haffi mek dem know that you diss mi
We up inna yuh house we scheme, so we cool dat
Shit, weh di safety?
Pull a reel to eleven, yeah, we really with the shits
Niggas better be lucky, I ain't none [?] shit
Woulda run up pon di ends and empty a whole clip
Now we making money, call that boy a whole shit
Pon di bills, while I get di nails pon mi toes clip
Weed we ah smoke, you can smell through the zip
Girls waan mi real, waan mi put it pon dem lip
Me and Santana, seh anytime mi up inna di country
Him have a couple gyal fi mi tip so we lit (Yeah)
Gyal flop anyweh we go
Bubble up, Me and Santana, gyal flop anyweh we go
They nasty, all mi amigos

Suicide doors on the Lexis
Got so much to live for, hell naw I don't gotta stress shit
Hope he get the message
He just at the crib, brainstorm, countin' money in breakfast
I'm 'bout to finesse this
I can never fit nobody, no man come and test this
Diamonds on my neck, glish
Gold on my teeth, she can never use me for my cheats

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