Songtexte Roman Reigns Flow - jaziah!

I love you JaZiah
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Bitch
Come on

FFF FFF FFF FFF
Oh my God
They like, JaZ, man what's that sound
And that's the switchie on my Glock
Or my damn urus

Man, I can't tell
Eli keep on pushing demons
I told that boy
Man, we can't fail

Navy fed or BOA
Man, it's get rich or go to jail
Patek on my fucking wrist
Tell these niggas I'm on timing

Fuck round go new pearly white
I changed my mind, man, I want diamonds
New cuban link that shit bout 80
She on my dick she say im shining

Bitch, I just tatted up my face
I swear this year my opps dying
Damn, damn, damn, damn
Man, I'm your fucking type, my mama

I'm in that mode and I'm on timing
Man, it's that fucking time, mama
I know my opps, they mad as hell
Cause they keep fucking dying, mama

I'm shopping new bitch fuck a grailed
Man, take my fucking card, mama
I see the score and I up it
It ain't no discussion

Bitch, cause I'm back and I'm better
My bitches is badder
My cars moving faster
Spinning the block and I'm toating baretta

Oh my fucking god
Man, I swear I'm fucking snapping
Brand new stick, man, I'm sliding down
Man, I'm pulling up and I'm letting it
FFF FFF FFF FFF

Is that my fucking vette this time
I check the news, I'm on that bitch
They say I keep on raising crime
Man boot me up, I'm really slime

My bitch too bad, man, she a dime
It ain't no fucking Rugrat pack
And if it was somebody
Make it look like Battlefield

Don't play with me like I ain't him
Like I ain't really tapped for real
This shit ain't capped, this shit for real
Feel like I'm Rino, catch a kill

And I could lose my hoes today
Like Roman Reigns, cause bitch, I'm still
Bitch, I'm still the fucking champ
And I ain't no fan of none of these niggas

Man kill on him and kill his camp
I'm in the hood, you know I'm stamped
I'm really blood, I really step
Man what the fuck is that new sound

It's that new album
They thought I left
Oh my fucking god