Zaza (part. Miky Woodz y Ñejo)

Zaza (feat. Miky Woodz and Ñejo)

They turned on the state cops (hey, I'm with all the puppets)
Ah, what's up with the new ass and all, huh?
Miky (we ain't falling for fake), PR
(G's on the Beat)
PR with Colombia, Cali Cartel
The exotic ones, ay, ah

She got offended 'cause now I got a new ass
She likes bad boys, and I'm gonna give it to her at the crime scene
At the house, I'm gonna light it up
And I'm gonna film it 'cause we're gonna shoot a movie

She started dancing like she was a stripper
I got a signature, I started throwing the taco
I wanted to smoke but she hid the clipper
Let's lock ourselves in 'cause once I get it in, I ain't pulling out

Jose-ing in the neighborhood where I grew up (Joseé)
I greeted the girl from my childhood
And with the instruments, the guns, a little brush in the acacia
With the baby by my side, no bullshit (yeah)

I got the real recipe for the chaza
And some nasty kicks to throw at me in grease
I got a lineup of bad girls at my place
They tell me whatever, however, no bullshit

She's gonna roll out in red on game day (what?)
And I'm gonna see what the plastic surgeon did
With one hand on the wheel and she's sucking 'cause we're in the automatic cars

Cheers and shoutout to all my fans (man, eh)
Five years have passed so fast (shoutout)
Rich asses I've whipped with a whip
I'm good, we ain't taking shit from Batman—

Zaza, zaza, she kisses me, she hugs me
She's a bad girl, knows what happens
She got into the movie, she disguises herself
I started filming her a low-budget movie

(Zaza, zaza, she kisses me, she hugs me)
(She's a bad girl, knows what happens)
Indicate, yeah
(She got into the movie, she disguises herself)
(I started filming her a low-budget movie)

Eh, she started dancing like she was a stripper, hey
With that ass, I kill the hunger, babe, fuck the sneakers
If she dances like that, I’ll get her an apartment in Brickell
I put it in and she screams like speakers on blast

Hey, bitch, pass the Philly, start and don’t stop (no)
Put your hands on my pedal
She twerks for me, I'm going in, favor and value
Catch all my signals

That ass pressed like in the case of the millions
The baby’s exclusive, she got close and felt the Uzi's grip
I throw a couple of lines and she wants some of the tusi
She has no feelings, but I made her cry with the pussy

Hey, hey, we’re stuck in the trap
Burning until the grass gets knocked out
What a trip, the Colombian girl, she calls me a son of a bitch when it’s plugged in
I was broke, now we’re crowned

I don’t let myself be seen alive like I’m on the run
(Keep moving that ass, baby)
Throwing bills, but if the bros call me (call me)
I’ll show up myself, greet you and blow up (speak clearly, Gordo, eh)

(If you mess with the puppets)
With the bad boys from the street
When she goes out to the club, always on fire
She stops the details of where she’s been

Not even the cops can find her
A total badass, whether she takes it out or puts it on
She smokes the same in papers, in Philly or bonga
The bottle, a little paper, and a hookah

A real daughter of a bitch, the female version of Frank Lucas
Everyone would want to hit it
But instead of you hitting her, she’s the one who fucks you
She’s got the balls in the right place

Same thing, suck my dick that goes down on a guy
And don’t get confused, she might have a strap
But if you act dumb, she’ll pull it out herself
She’ll dig your grave, take your cash (take your cash)
And the party’s over for you

(And don’t get confused, she might have a strap)
(But if you act dumb, she’ll pull it out herself)
(She’ll dig your grave, take your cash)
(And the party’s over for you)

Tell me, Pirlo
This daughter of a bitch before sucking it has to spit on it, whoa
We’re at the house, Ponce
Colombia, Puerto Rico (G's)
How nice (how long ago?)

A few years since I left the peri—, no (what?)
Lies
Tell me, Miky Woodz is also around, alias, Miguel Madera
Indicating, Pirlo

Jey O in the house
Indicate, Gordo
Indicate, Miky
Offering love intensely, eh