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Rob Da Dog - Ahh! That Za (feat. BigBra) Lyrics



Rob Da Dog - Ahh! That Za (feat. BigBra) Lyrics
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Aye bitch I'm tryna tell ya
Hoe I got that za
This that ahh
This that pressure
I heard you tried to shop
Wit the opps
They finessed ya
I f*ck her like a bop
Get some top
We not together
I'll pull a bad bitch up in some lemon pepper steppers yea
Gotta slow down on that gas I love that cookie
Ran up twenty bands in a month
On you pussies
Hold on let em cook
Yea dat boy dey be cookin This button in my charger crank that bitch up when you push it
Yea
Pounds flyin in through ups
Bust em down and run up stupid checks these niggas too depressed
Mushroom bars ain't get to move em yet
I need some new cadets She let me f*ck and gave that super neck I told you the best
Lil freak bitch
Eat that dick like a champ And I flip all these zips for the fam and the camp
This shit stamped
And the beat knockin
Might just break the amp
Run the trap
Say lil bruh I caught a cramp
Man like damn
Aye nigga talkin shit he got blammed
Nigga want sum for a dub he got flammed
He got flammed
And you know a nigga like me goin ham
Tell them niggas free my brudda out dat jam
Aye bitch I'm tryna tell ya
Hoe I got that za
This that ahh
This that pressure
I heard you tried to shop
Wit the opps
They finessed ya
I f*ck her like a bop
Get some top
We not together
I'll pull a bad bitch up in some lemon pepper steppers yea
Gotta slow down on that gas I love that cookie
Ran up twenty bands in a month
On you pussies
Hold on let em cook
Yea dat boy dey be cookin This button in my charger crank that bitch up when you push it
Yea
Money on my mind I'm always doin time I'm on the grind
Born to water whip I'm too legit them bitches on my dick
Never on the scene I'm gettin money yea I never quit
Nigga want some smoke tell that nigga better come equipped
Yea I f*cked your bitch
Never counterfeit I'm too legit
Yea I got that tool so when I'm f*ckin her I know you sick
I told her to suck my dick
Like she love it
Bet not never spit
Bitch got french tips
And I'm out here on some pimp shit
Bitch like boomerang
So her nigga on that shrimp shit
Ima do my thang
Make her love me she my freak bitch
She just throw it back
Throw that money got her sea sick
Got her eating it like the freaknic on some deep shit
Aye bitch I'm tryna tell ya
Hoe I got that za
This that ahh
This that pressure
I heard you tried to shop
Wit the opps
They finessed ya
I f*ck her like a bop
Get some top
We not together
I'll pull a bad bitch up in some lemon pepper steppers yea
Gotta slow down on that gas I love that cookie
Ran up twenty bands in a month
On you pussies
Hold on let em cook
Yea dat boy dey be cookin This button in my charger crank that bitch up when you push it
Yea
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English

Aye bitch I'm tryna tell ya
Hoe I got that za
This that ahh
This that pressure
I heard you tried to shop
Wit the opps
They finessed ya
I f*ck her like a bop
Get some top
We not together
I'll pull a bad bitch up in some lemon pepper steppers yea
Gotta slow down on that gas I love that cookie
Ran up twenty bands in a month
On you pussies
Hold on let em cook
Yea dat boy dey be cookin This button in my charger crank that bitch up when you push it
Yea
Pounds flyin in through ups
Bust em down and run up stupid checks these niggas too depressed
Mushroom bars ain't get to move em yet
I need some new cadets She let me f*ck and gave that super neck I told you the best
Lil freak bitch
Eat that dick like a champ And I flip all these zips for the fam and the camp
This shit stamped
And the beat knockin
Might just break the amp
Run the trap
Say lil bruh I caught a cramp
Man like damn
Aye nigga talkin shit he got blammed
Nigga want sum for a dub he got flammed
He got flammed
And you know a nigga like me goin ham
Tell them niggas free my brudda out dat jam
Aye bitch I'm tryna tell ya
Hoe I got that za
This that ahh
This that pressure
I heard you tried to shop
Wit the opps
They finessed ya
I f*ck her like a bop
Get some top
We not together
I'll pull a bad bitch up in some lemon pepper steppers yea
Gotta slow down on that gas I love that cookie
Ran up twenty bands in a month
On you pussies
Hold on let em cook
Yea dat boy dey be cookin This button in my charger crank that bitch up when you push it
Yea
Money on my mind I'm always doin time I'm on the grind
Born to water whip I'm too legit them bitches on my dick
Never on the scene I'm gettin money yea I never quit
Nigga want some smoke tell that nigga better come equipped
Yea I f*cked your bitch
Never counterfeit I'm too legit
Yea I got that tool so when I'm f*ckin her I know you sick
I told her to suck my dick
Like she love it
Bet not never spit
Bitch got french tips
And I'm out here on some pimp shit
Bitch like boomerang
So her nigga on that shrimp shit
Ima do my thang
Make her love me she my freak bitch
She just throw it back
Throw that money got her sea sick
Got her eating it like the freaknic on some deep shit
Aye bitch I'm tryna tell ya
Hoe I got that za
This that ahh
This that pressure
I heard you tried to shop
Wit the opps
They finessed ya
I f*ck her like a bop
Get some top
We not together
I'll pull a bad bitch up in some lemon pepper steppers yea
Gotta slow down on that gas I love that cookie
Ran up twenty bands in a month
On you pussies
Hold on let em cook
Yea dat boy dey be cookin This button in my charger crank that bitch up when you push it
Yea
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Writer: Robert Coleman, Michael Mays
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Performed By: Rob Da Dog
Language: English
Length: 2:48
Written by: Robert Coleman, Michael Mays
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