ZIZOU Lyrics (English Translation) – Recycled J

Read the full ZIZOU (English Translation) lyrics by Recycled J along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Recycled J’s music, you can also explore HARAKIRI and CARONTE, two other songs by Recycled J.

[Chorus]
I have the crown of Madrid Sur, yeah
Even if it’s made of thorns like Jesus, yeah
I earned respect when I was cool, yeah
I did it by headbutting like Zizou (Zizou)
I’m even in the soup, miso soup, yeah
I make him pull it down to the floor, yeah
Evisu pants and daddy issues (Huh)
Her ass looks like a tiramisu (Wuh)

[Verse 1]
This music thing bought me a jacuzzi
Just like the diamond on Lil Uzi’s forehead (Uh)
I’ve always been corny, pink like Tussi
But never Goofy, I wear Gucci with Stüssy (Uh, uh, uh)
I haven’t been fu*king with groupies since “Baby Luci” (Uh, uh)
Because I’m exclusive like “Bad and Boujee” (Uh, uy)
I’m not a rookie anymore, nor am I for that bulls*it (Uh, oh)
I’m going to make San Jorge the very Blueprint, yeah
Fabio McNamara of rap (Ah)
Nothing to prove (Ah), I’m a G without yang (Ah)
Evolve more to earn a living (Ah, ah)
If you don’t want to grow, you’re a Peter Pan (Ah)
My ass is as expensive as JLo’s (Ah)
That’s why she sits front row (Ah)
That’s why I charge a thousand for the show
From being drunk on Elrow to the Super Bowl, ho

[Chorus]
I have the crown of Madrid Sur, yeah
Even if it’s made of thorns like Jesus, yeah
I earned respect when I was Cool (Ah)
I did it by headbutting it like Zizou (Ah)
I’m even in the soup, miso soup (Ah)
I make him pull it down to the floor (Ah)
Evisu pants and daddy issues
His ass looks like a tirami— (Me)

I have the crown of Madrid South, yeah
Even if it’s thorny like Jesus, yeah
I earned respect when I was cool, yeah
I did it with headbutts like Zizou, yeah
I’m even in the soup, miso soup, yeah
I make him pull it down to the floor, yeah
Evisu pants and daddy issues (Yeah, yeah)
His ass looks like a tiramisu

[Verse 2]
Words are worthless in this life (No)
The deals are closed with a line of coc*ine
They talk behind your back, and to your face it’s a lie
Ah, ah, I think he’s still breathing
Some love me, others hate me
I don’t give a s*it about being on their calls
This is a Ferris wheel, I tell my girlfriend
And only the winner will write history (Uh)
Mom, I feel like Chayanne
I go out on stage and all the girls scream
I’m the eighth wonder, if it drives you crazy, it’s normal
I’m the Stop like Mozart, dressed in Golf Wang
There’s no fairy tale here, just stabs in the back
A couple of badly copied copies and hooked models
Nobody gives you anything, just a pick and shovel
The hard price of fame, succeeding for a blowjob (B!tch)

[Chorus]
I-I have the crown of Madrid Sur
Even if it’s made of thorns like Jesus
I earned respect when I was Cool, yeah
I did it with headbutts like Zizou, yeah
I’m even in the soup, miso soup (Ah)
I make him pull it down to the floor (Ah)
Evisu pants and daddy issues (Ah)
Her ass looks like a tiramisu

[Outro]
Ah-ah, ah-ah
From Madrid