Piano B & ell - Zaria Lyrics

African girl come on over
She got dark hair dark skin and
I really want her to be my lover
I won't ask again
Her ass is my EP's cover
I only want u I swear
Please don't send another vocal
I won't even understand
Big talk
Money talks and i speak
Vuitton
Take her to a fashion week
Je
Gyal come on over
I might lose it for her
African gyal
And she won't let
And she won't let it be over
High as a bitch
Walked in with Teefa but please don't snitch
Bad bitch name Treesh but she ain't a bitch
I yeet that bitch I'm mad as shit
I'm so mad I be clenchin' my fist
But I really hope there ain't a problem
Cuz then we gon pull up with some bottles
Got some friends and they tote semi-autos
Oo and my boy just pulled up with some models
I ain't got no type that shit is the motto
And I ain't got no time for you cuz u hollow
Feel like Beyoncé these bitches just follow me
Gotta stop making this girl my world
Cuz it's really just gang vs the world
Flex on my ex with these diamonds and pearls
Never cried for a hoe
Call me I won't pick up the phone
She thought we were besties like girl what da f*ck
She crying on my songs cause she knows she the cause
My outfit so holy
I might be the next Pope
Don't stare in my eyes
U know that turns me on
We born to be vips
U don't know our worth
Try to keep our soul
Don't lemme forgot
I know that I'll fall
I will rise with god
Oh he's on my side
She gon' move that body
She gon' move that shit for me
Boy you see this shit look easy
She don't move this shit for me
Her eyes hidden well Cartier glasses lenses cost luh more than me
Cost lil more than me
She gon move that body
She gon move that shit for me
They think that I'm lying
Piano B and dohty
Shit go crazy
Me and my boys ain't lyin' lyin'
We walk in we make 2-3
2-2-3
2-2-3 in the club go crazy
Club go crazy
In the Club go crazy
Club go crazy
And the Club go crazy
Club go crazy
And the club go crazy
Club go crazy
And the club go crazy
Club go crazy
And the club