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Zoom (feat. Yung Joc) (explicit album version)

Lil Boosie bad ass

Yung Joc

We got a hit

Let's go, babyEverybody like

Zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom

{Zoom} They on them dubs like {zoom}

Zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom[Lil Boosie]

I'm Boosie Bad Ass

And I'll zoom right by you

760 Parna, Crispy Cream on the tire

Smoke that fire

Purple cush by the pound

Ask my dog Webbie

This is how it goes down

From my hood to yo' hood

Man, we making money

In the club we poppin' bottles

The room, we hitting models

Rollin' through the bottom

All the kids holla 'Boosie'

This life a nigga livin'

Like I'm staring in a movie

Fresh out the jacuzzi

A little powder on my chest

Got thirty on my neck

Turkey Mell just cut ya check

Now I'm zoomin' in my Charger

On them twenty-fours

Got a thing about Big Head Pimp

So slow ya roll

Ice cold from my neck to my wrist

We gettin' paid

On my feet I got them J's

Play with me

I got them things

Red Gucci shades

Me and Jok gettin' paid

Now the whole United states

Takin' pictures all day[Bridge]

Fresh pair of J's

I hit the club stuttin'

With a fresh pair of shades

Makin' that money

Everybody gettin' paid

And everything lovely

And I'm doing my thing

My thing

My thing

My thingEverybody like

Zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom

{Zoom} We on them dubs like {zoom}

Zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom

We walk off in the club like[Yung Jok]

Every day I'm hustlin'

They think I'm Rick Ross

Just as soon as I fuck 'em

Tell the hos to get lost

A lot of niggas mad

They all pissed off

If a nigga think he bad

Tell him 'Jump' like 'Chris Cross'

I pop him with the tag

What the wrist cost

Niggas see me splurge

Help break us off

Just ask my nigga, Boosie

He tell you what it is

Face card good

'Cause the face card Trill

If you got a problem

I suggest you head home

You in the red zone, nigga

Get ya head gone

Don't hear me on the chirp, nigga

That's the fed phone

Talkin' 'bout the work

Nigga, you dead wrong

I keep them beams

For them hos

Sell 'em dreams

No hoes on team

I like my clothes crisp and clean

I like my doe crisp and clean

6-4 on lean

That my nigga

Get that work for them fiends[Bridge]Everybody like

Zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom

{Zoom} We on them dubs like {zoom}

Zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom

We walk off in the club like[Lil Boosie]

I be zoomin' in my drop top

Mobbin' through the city

Fresh fade

Fresh J's

With two bad bitches

One named Sara

One named Tina

Together they make weather like Katrina

They a fool, shawty

Red, she a ruff-rider

She get on back on back of that motorbike

And all you see is back on that motorbike (Woo)

I drive fast car

They call me Nascar

(Ya feel me)

But I'm in love with that Hemi

Get retarded

In Farriers

I get loose in the coup

Paranoid like Pac

So I keep that glock

When I zoom, zoom

Man after that

Lets get a room, room

(I'm VIP)

I need a Dime Piece

A fine breezy

Get on back

You can ride on the bike

Or in the 'Lac

(Hum broad)

Now we got everybody zoomin'

The lil' kids zoomin'

Look like you got a hit, Boosie

(Yeah)[Bridge]Everybody like

Zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom

{Zoom} We on them dubs like {zoom}

Zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom

We walk off in the club likeAhh, {yeah}

We in here {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

{Zoom} And all my thugs like {zoom}

Zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom

Look at it

Zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom

Songwriters

ALLEN, JEREMY / HATCH, TORENCE / ROBINSON, JASIELPublished by

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