Joyner Lucas - Zim Zimma Lyrics | BollywoodTracksLyrics

'Zim Zimma' is the latest song presented & written by 'Joyner Lucas'. The song was released on 'Joyner Lucas' official youtube channel on October 23rd, 2020.

Song Details:

Song: Zim Zimma (Lyric)
Artist: Joyner Lucas
Songwriter: Joyner Lucas
Music Label: Joyner Lucas
Released Date: October 23rd, 2020.

Zim Zimma Lyrics:

[Intro]
Zim Zimma (Zim Zimma)
Who got the keys to my motherfu*king Beamer?
bit*h, I aingt no [?]
Yeah

[Verse 1]
I want a 'Rari, I am feeling godly (Woah)
Wonder how much that gonna cost me, 
They feeling saucy (Buck, buck)
Ni*gas know that I am a problem, 
They will never solve me (Buck, buck, buck)
If you came to start some drama, then bring a army
I have been going fu*king fast and it got me swerving
I know that I am a child of God, but they want me cursed in
I have been trapping out the Ozark, I am Marty Byrding (Oh, oh)
And I've been hard at work, yeah, ho, you just hardly working
If it wasn't for this rap shit, I'd be moving kilos
Front the pack from my connect then cop a few casinos
Used to fake it 'til I made it just to boost my ego
Stashing money in my shirt, 
They thought I grew some chichos, oh no
I got some nеw wheels, uh-uh
Tired of kids, they think that we in school still, ah-ah
Play mе, you gonna find out how the tool feel, ah-ah
Fuck around and you gonna find out who's real, ah-ah
Who, yeah, ah-ah...

[Chorus]
Zim Zimma (Zim Zimma)
Who got the keys to my motherfu*king Beamer?
Bit*h, I used to dream of this
I aingt that ni*ga you could...

[Verse 2]
Play with, ni*ga, that's dangerous (Oh)
Told 'em I was raised in the basement
Twin AKs in the playpen
Take your face, rearrange it
I can turn eggs into bacon (Yeah)
I can serve base with a apron
Ni*gas been waiting to hate it (True)
I got a Beamer and I am anxious to race it
Vroom right past you (Vroom right past you)
Cops keep following a ni*ga, that's bad news
I don't like hassles (I don't like hassles)
Suck it down Remy and I am feeling like Papoose
Hope I don't crash you (Hope I don't crash you)
Lil' bird bit*h with me and I call a ho Zazu
Mind your bidness (Mind your bidness)
Fuck your opinion, nobody asked you, woah
Look (Yeah), this that WAP-WAP shit (Yeah)
Shit will make a ni*ga wanna stop, drop, shit (Buck)
Roll when you hit em with the Glock-Glock, bit*h (Buck, buck)
Semi-automatic if a ni*ga really think he want static
Now a ni*ga doing pop-pop, bit*h
Oh, you thought you was a hotshot, bit*h? (Oh)
Now you want a crown with a hotshot, bit*h (Hey)
ni*ga, I was raised on the block-block, bit*h
This is my time, no stopwatch, bit*h
All of my whips is top-notch, bit*h
How to get a plug at the chop shop, bit*h
Even my son got pop rocks, bit*h
fu*king your bit*h, don't cock block, bit*h
I get your bit*h, at my casa, bit*h
She gonna ride my drop top, bit*h...

[Chorus]
Zim Zimma (Zim Zimma)
Who got the keys to my motherfu*king Beamer?
bit*h, I used to dream of this
I aingt that ni*ga you could...

[Verse 3]
I got some bands, now they got they hands out (Hey)
All them hoes that have a man now, they pull my pants down
They know they don't got no chance now, 
Bit*h, I am the man now (Hey, hey)
Used to be my only fan, she got OnlyFans now
Yeah, I am swerving, I got road rage, I feel like OJ
I don't wear no fu*king Dolce, I smell like olé (Joyner)
I might go back to my old ways, she want her soul saved
I done traded in my soulmate and got a gold chain
Okay,
I came up with the privilege of poverty living,
And I aingt had nonthing but scraps (Yeah)
I had to watch ni*gas winning and driving in foreigns,
And I was just stuck in the back (Word)
I had to learn me the bidness so once I applied it, 
I made me a couple of racks (Yeah)
I had ménages with Nicki and Cardi,
And Megan and then I woke up from a nap
Ooh (Ooh)
I had a Bugatti and then I woke up in the trap (Yeah)
I had a couple of friends I left in the past,
Cause they don't do nothing but cap (Yeah)
I know a couple of ni*gas that don't know the bidness,
And they do nothing but rap (Yeah)
Fuck it I guess I will just shut up and drive, 
I got me a Beamer, I am running the lap...

[Chorus]
Zim Zimma (Zim Zimma)
Who got the keys to my motherfu*king Beamer?
bit*h, I used to dream of this
I aingt that ni*ga you could...

[Verse 4]
Yeah!
Put me inside of a room with ni*gas,
You think that are better than me
I crush them inevitably
And leave them as dead as can be
That go to any ni*ga who's stepping to me
They all come second to me
My words are weapons to me
I burn it, second degree
And get it, and I am sick of any ni*ga that's sick
And I got it sick and shivering
Even Ritalin couldn't get rid of the kid
You gotta be kidding, I am tripping
I kinda feel like a kid again (Rah, rah, rah)
And, yeah, I got something to say
I aingt with the games, I aingt come to play
ni*ga, you confused, you a broad, go tuck your leg
You trapped in the wrong body like Young M.A (Buck, buck)
I need my money like andale
Got a one-inch blade, get cut if you run that fade
I aingt really with the dumb ass shade
I come back brave, get cut when I run back saying...

[Outro]
Zim Zimma (Zim Zimma)
Yeah, ayy
All the girls, dem sugar
I am a trill ass ni*ga
I am a Mike Jack thriller
I am a VJ killer
Armageddon, long-range Reggie Miller
Watch me swerve on a ni*ga
Zim Zimma (Zim Zimma)
Yeah
All the girls, dem sugar
I am a thrill ass ni*ga (Buck, buck)
I am a Mike Jack thriller (Buck, buck)
I am a VJ killer
Armageddon, long-range Reggie Miller
Watch me swerve on a ni*ga
Zim Zimma (Zim Zimma)...


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