"z28" lyrics

Curren$y, Wiz Khalifa & Harry Fraud Lyrics

"z28"

They know your car before they know your name
This a dirty game, 1990s E28
Ca-ca-ca-candy paint, cup cakes
But ain't nothin' sweet on these streets, cover your face

They know your car before they know your name
This a dirty game, 1990s E28
Ca-ca-ca-candy paint, cup cakes
They playin' all kind of games now
I stay out the way and I stay paid somehow

It's a whole lotta dummies missin' out on money
I'm ridin' around in somethin' funky, collectin' it from em'
Surpass your superiors, that's for the up and comin'
If your OGs ain't wear those, they'd be happy for you
All the trim is fresh interior, motor runnin'
Where I come from doggy dog, that's stand for somethin'
Where I come from that crash y'all for stuntin'
Like you was gon' do shit
Knowin' you wasn't really gon' do him nothin'
She called me up, it was like two somethin'
She had a homegirl, said she was gon' bring two of them
I got some bad news from the hood though
Shit, I might not even be in the motherfuckin' mood for him

They know your car before they know your name
This a dirty game, 1990s E28
Ca-ca-ca-candy paint, cup cakes
But ain't nothin' sweet on these streets, cover your face

They know your car before they know your name
This a dirty game, 1990s E28
Ca-ca-ca-candy paint, cup cakes
They playin' all kind of games now
I stay out the way and I stay paid somehow

Smell me before I pull up, come to my city
You sweating bullets
Quarter mil' round my neck, he the coolest
Time traveling, my car ain't the newest
Worried about my influence and what I do with it
My cameraman, I just flew him in
I'm ballin', loser, win
Stayed at my crib so many days, thought she was movin' in
Could tell she had a nigga ain't have to ask
G-Wagon on Forgiato rims
Goin' over the heads of Jets or Taylor Gang, your chances are slim
Smokin' out on vacation, on every property, we rent
Been hustlin' since day one, nothin' stopped us ever since
Real playin' shit, she a Taylor jet

They know your car before they know your name
This a dirty game, 1990s E28
Ca-ca-ca-candy paint, cup cakes
But ain't nothin' sweet on these streets, cover your face

They know your car before they know your name
This a dirty game, 1990s E28
Ca-ca-ca-candy paint, cup cakes
They playin' all kind of games now
I stay out the way and I stay paid somehow

Thank God


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