paroles de chanson Zoom (feat. Yung Joc) - Yung Joc , Boosie Badazz
Lil'
Boosie,
Bad
A
Yung
Joc,
we
got
a
hit,
let's
go,
baby
Everybody
like
zoom,
zoom,
zoom,
zoom,
zoom,
zoom,
zoom
They
on
them
dubs
like
zoom,
zoom,
zoom,
zoom,
zoom,
zoom,
zoom
I'm
Boosie,
Bad
A
and
I
zoom
right
by
ya
760,
patna,
Krispy
Kreme
on
the
tires
Smoke
that
fire,
purple
kush
by
the
pound
Ask
my
dawg
Webbie,
this
is
how
it
goes
down
From
my
hood
to
your
hood,
man,
we
makin'
money
In
the
club,
we
poppin'
bottles,
the
room,
we
hittin'
models
Rollin'
through
the
bottom,
all
the
kids
hollin'
Boosie
This
life,
a
livin'
like
I'm
starrin'
in
a
movie
Fresh
out
the
jacuzzi,
lil'
powder
on
my
chest
Got
30
on
my
neck,
Turk
and
Mel,
just
cut
the
check
Naw,
I'm
zoomin'
in
my
Charger
on
them
24's
Gotta
think
about
Big
Head
and
Pimp,
so
slow
your
roll
Ice
cold
from
my
neck
to
my
wrist,
we
gettin'
paid
On
my
feet,
I
got
them
J's,
play
wit
me,
I
got
them
K's
Red
Gucci
shades,
me
and
Joc
gettin'
paid
Now
the
whole
United
States
takin'
pictures
all
day
A
fresh
pair
of
J's,
I
hit
the
club
stuntin'
Wit
a
fresh
pair
of
shades,
makin'
that
money
Everybody
gettin'
paid,
everything
lovely
And
I'm
doin'
my
thing,
my
thing,
my
thing
Everybody
like
zoom,
zoom,
zoom,
zoom,
zoom,
zoom
We
on
them
dubs
like
zoom,
zoom,
zoom,
zoom,
zoom
We
walk
up
in
the
club
like
You
see
the
way
I
hustle,
they
think
I'm
Rick
Ross
Just
as
soon
as
I
'em,
tell
them
to
get
lost
A
lot
of
mad,
they
all
pissed
off
If
a
think
he
bad,
tell
him
'Jump'
like
Kriss
Kross
I'm
poppin'
prison
tags
'cuz
the
wrist
cost
You
can
see
me
splurge,
yeah,
how
to
break
a
soft
Just
ask
my
Boosie,
he
tell
you
what
it
is
Face
card
good
'cuz
the
face
card
trill
And
if
you
gotta
problem,
I
suggest
you
head
home
He
in
the
red
zone,
leave
your
head
gone
Don't
hit
me
on
my
chirp,
that's
the
Fed
phone
Keep
talkin'
'bout
the
work,
now
you
dead
wrong
Can't
believe
I
keep
them
beans
for
them
Sell
'em
dreams,
ain't
no
on
my
team
Like
my
clothes
crispy
clean
I
like
my
dough
Krispy
Kreme,
64'
on
lean
That's
my
Mouse
and
Turk
who
got
the
work
for
the
fiends
A
fresh
pair
of
J's,
I
hit
the
club
stuntin'
Wit
a
fresh
pair
of
shades,
makin'
that
money
Everybody
gettin'
paid,
everything
lovely
And
I'm
doin'
my
thing,
my
thing,
my
thing
Everybody
like
zoom,
zoom,
zoom,
zoom,
zoom,
zoom
We
on
them
dubs
like
zoom,
zoom,
zoom,
zoom,
zoom
We
walk
up
in
the
club
like
Man,
I
been
zoomin'
in
my
drop
top,
mobbin'
through
the
city
Fresh
fad,
fresh
J's
wit
2 bad
One
name
Sarah,
one
name
Tina
Together
they
make
weather
like
Katrina
They
a
fool,
shawty
red,
she
a
Ruff
Ryder
She
get
on
back
of
that
motorbike
And
all
you
see
is
back
on
that
motorbike
I
drive
fast
cars,
they
call
me
NASCAR
You
feel
me
but
I'm
in
love
wit
the
Hummy
Get
retarded
in
Ferraris,
I
get
loose
in
the
Coupe
Paranoid
like
Pac,
so
I
keep
that
glock
When
I
zoom,
zoom
And
after
that,
let's
get
a
room,
room
Yeah,
I
need
a
dime
piece,
a
fine
freak,
get
on
back
You
could
ride
on
the
bike
or
in
the
'Lac,
hah,
bro?
Now
we
got
everybody
zoomin'
The
lil'
kids
zoomin',
look
you
got
a
hit,
Boosie
A
fresh
pair
of
J's,
I
hit
the
club
stuntin'
Wit
a
fresh
pair
of
shades,
makin'
that
money
Everybody
gettin'
paid,
everything
lovely
And
I'm
doin'
my
thing,
my
thing,
my
thing
Everybody
like
zoom,
zoom,
zoom,
zoom,
zoom,
zoom
We
on
them
dubs
like
zoom,
zoom,
zoom,
zoom,
zoom
We
walk
up
in
the
club
like
We
in
here,
get
off
the
pedal
like
Zoom,
zoom,
zoom,
zoom,
zoom,
zoom,
zoom
And
all
my
girls
like
zoom,
zoom,
zoom,
zoom,
zoom,
zoom,
zoom
And
all
my
thugs
like
zoom,
zoom,
zoom,
zoom,
zoom,
zoom,
zoom
Zoom,
zoom,
zoom
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