Zaria ft. ell 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 fuck

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