Zim zimma – Joyner Lucas lyrics

Lyrics Zim zimma – Joyner Lucas

Zim zimma lyrics
I want a ‘Rari I’m feelin’ godly
Wonder how much that gon’ cost me they feelin’ saucy (Buck buck)
Niggas know that I’m a problem they’ll never solve me (Buck buck buck)
If you came to start some drama then bring a army
I’ve been goin’ fuckin’ fast and it got me swervin’
I know that I’m a child of God but they want me cursed in
I’ve been trappin’ out the Ozark I’m Marty Byrdin’ (Oh oh)
And I’ve been hard at work yeah ho you just hardly workin’
If it wasn’t for this rap s**t I’d be movin’ kilos
Front the pack from my connect then cop a few casinos
Used to fake it ’til I made it just to boost my ego
Stashin’ money in my shirt they thought I grew some chichos oh no
I got some new wheels uh-uh
Tired of kids they think that we in school still
Play me you gon’ find out how the tool feel
F**k around and you gon’ find out who’s real

Zim Zimma (Zim Zimma)
Who got the keys to my motherfuckin’ Beamer?
B***h I used to dream of this
I ain’t that n***a you could

Play with n***a that’s dangerous
Told ’em I was raised in the basement
Twin AKs in the playpen
Take your face rearrange it
I can turn eggs into bacon
I can serve base with a apron
Niggas been waitin’ to hate it (True)
I got a Beamer and I’m anxious to race it
Vroom right past you (Vroom right past you)
Cops keep followin’ a n***a that’s bad news
I don’t like hassles (I don’t like hassles)
Suck it down Remy and I’m feelin’ like Papoose
Hope I don’t crash you (Hope I don’t crash you)
Lil’ bird b***h with me and I call a ho Zazu
Mind your bidness (Mind your bidness)
F**k your opinion nobody asked you
Look (Yeah) this that WAP-WAP s**t
S**t’ll make a n***a wanna stop drop s**t (Buck)
Roll when you hit ’em with the Glock-Glock b***h (Buck buck)
Semi-automatic if a n***a really think he want static
Now a n***a doin’ pop-pop b***h
Oh you thought you was a hotshot b***h?
Now you want a crown with a hotshot b***h
N***a I was raised on the block-block b***h
This is my time no stopwatch b***h
All of my whips is top-notch b***h
How to get a plug at the chop shop b***h
Even my son got pop rocks b***h
Fuckin’ your b***h don’t cock block b***h
I get your b***h I’ma .. b***h
She gon’ ride my drop top b***h

Zim Zimma (Zim Zimma)
Who got the keys to my motherfuckin’ Beamer?
B***h I used to dream of this
I ain’t that n***a you could

I got some bands now they got they hands out (Hey)
All them h**s that have a man now they pull my pants down
They know they don’t got no chance now b***h I’m the man now (Hey hey)
Used to be my only fan she got OnlyFans now
Yeah I’m swervin’ I got road rage I feel like OJ
I don’t wear no fuckin’ Dolce I smell like olé (Joyner)
I might go back to my old ways she want her soul saved
I done traded in my soulmate and got a gold chain
I came up with the privilege of poverty livin’ and I ain’t had nonthin’ but scraps (Yeah)
I had to watch niggas winnin’ and drivin’ in foreigns and I was just stuck in the back (Word)
I had to learn me the bidness so once I applied it I made me a couple of racks (Yeah)
I had ménages with Nicki and Cardi and Megan and then I woke up from a nap
I had a Bugatti and then I woke up in the trap (Yeah)
I had a couple of friends I left in the past ’cause they don’t do nothin’ but cap (Yeah)
I know a couple of niggas that don’t know the bidness and they do nothin’ but rap (Yeah)
F**k it I guess I’ll just shut up and drive I got me a Beamer I’m runnin’ the lap

Zim Zimma (Zim Zimma)
Who got the keys to my motherfuckin’ Beamer?
B***h I used to dream of this
I ain’t that n***a you could

Put me inside of a room with niggas you think that are better than me
I crush them inevitably
And leave them as dead as can be
That go to any n***a who’s steppin’ to me
They all come second to me
My words are weapons to me
I burn it second degree
And get it and I’m sick of any n***a that’s sick
And I got it sick and shiverin’
Even Ritalin couldn’t get rid of it
You gotta be kiddin’ I’m trippin’
I kinda feel like a kid again (Rah rah rah)
And yeah I got somethin’ to say
I ain’t with the games I ain’t come to play
N***a you confused you a broad go tuck your leg
You trapped in the wrong body like Young M.A (Buck buck)
I need my money like andale
Got a one-inch blade get cut if you run that fade
I ain’t really with the dumb a*s shade
I come back brave get cut when I run back sayin’

Zim Zimma (Zim Zimma)
All the girls dem sugar
I’m a trill a*s n***a
I’m a Mike Jack thriller
I’m a VJ killer
Armageddon long-range Reggie Miller
Watch me swerve on a n***a
Zim Zimma (Zim Zimma)
All the girls dem sugar
I’m a thrill a*s n***a (Buck buck)
I’m a Mike Jack thriller (Buck buck)
I’m a VJ killer
Armageddon long-range Reggie Miller
Watch me swerve on a n***a
Zim Zimmaaa

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