Zuccenberg Lyrics – Tommy Cash
Zuccenberg – Lyrics Tommy Cash
Zuccenberg is the latest song released by Tommy Cash. Zuccenberg is from latest album named MoneySutra – EP
Songs Credit :
Song – Zuccenberg
Artist – Tommy Cash
Album – MoneySutra – EP
Zuccenberg Lyrics – Tommy Cash
Zucc my Zuccenberg (Zucc my Zuccenberg)
Burr, I’m Iceberg (I’m Iceberg)
Fur is on her (Fur is on her)
Cash is the word (Cash)
Brand new banger (Banger)
Zu-
Zu-, zu-, zu-, zu-
KFC champion crip who stops blood a tampon (Uh-uh)
Need a roof I’m mafia (Mafia), coke in my tea, Al Capone (Uh-uh)
Razer Motorola ringing (Ring-ring), they love karaoke singing
Hair so long like girl from Ring, all your o’s in onion rings
I’m not taking a picture (Jing), let’s talk, no messenger (Oooh!)
Took you on adventure, disappear like (Lala-lala)
60 euros for an underwear, 3 euros worth of dick
1 euro for a condom but that sex ain’t worth shit (Hey, shit)
Victoria Secret underwear but your pussy not that secret
You can’t hide like El Chapo, everyone knows where you keep it, keep it
If that ass is fake (Fake!), I will ride on that plastic (Boom!)
Ride my broom bitch, yeah, I will call you nasty (Boom!)
Zucc my Zuccenberg (Zucc my Zuccenberg)
Burr, I’m Iceberg (I’m Iceberg)
Fur is on her (Fur is on her)
Cash is the word (Cash is the word)
Zucc my Zuccenberg
Zu-
Zu-, zu-, zu-, zu-
Pussy, money, weed — feel like Tommy Cash
Slicky slicky slick, fuck a bitches gash
Gucci bandana, Lean in my Fanta
Papa in my wrapper, free basing cracka
Born in the blizzard shooting boy and sipping sizzurp
Smoking dirty blunts, still a junkie, ew
Inhaling PCP paranoid shaking (Shaking)
Drugged up junkie leopard in the flank
Bed side sick as fuck, ice pick shark
Tip toeing Air Forces (Forces) — bitches swear I’m gorgeous
Suicidal note (Note), god my life is worthless
Hammer time, hammer time, make the Glock lock Oops
I switch persona like a God son
Hammer time on my nose, that’s now I’m Italian
Hammer time with the man
Claud Van Damme
La-la la-la, la lala lala
La, la, la
Hot shit! Ho-ho-hot shit!
Zu-, zu-, zu-, zu-
Put the chrome to my dome
Chroma key my chromosomes
Fuck a throne, all these clones
Think they’re kings inside their phone (Hahahaha)
All these bitches fucking moan
When I secrete my pheromones
All these bitches fucking groan
When I say, “Get it on ya own” (Uh, uh)
Never change (Nope), this I know (Yup)
$uicide in my throat, say it till I fucking choke
Competition? Ooh, I don’t know
Same shit, different day
Same names, different jokes
Same shade, different post
Same bitch, different hoe, uh (Yeah, hoe)
O-N-E M-O-R-E B-L-U-N-T
T-O T-H-E F-A-C-E H-O-E (Oh)
Woe is me (Woe is me), but I got the fucking flick behind me (Yah)
30MGS (Yah), that needs to be like tripled at least (At least)
His own to each (His own to each), I’ll lead them all to their own defeat (Oh)
Take a seat (Sit down), ain’t no one chopping cherry trees
For a dollar you can suck my dick with wooden teeth
T-t-this dj breaking all the knobs off
Zuccenberg Lyrics Tommy Cash
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