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Flatbush Zombies
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Big Shrimp
Pistol on my side and I'm walkin' with a limp, limp Lot red wine and some big shrimp Uh, with a limp, limp Yeah, uh, yeah
Pistol on my side and I'm walkin' with a limp, limp I just had a lot red wine and some big shrimp Let me use my credit card on your baby [?] Used to sip, sip 'til my homie died of that shit I'm really lit, lit, so I Cuban link my Cuban bitch Blue note bitch, shit, no bitches on my wrist Crazy talkin' dirty, pussy pu-pu-purrin' when I hit, hit I kept on my jewelry 'cause I still don't trust this bitch, bitch So my soul for 40, man, for cheaper, that's a fifth, fifth Oh, you ain't glist, Hennessy, watch me mix (drink up bitch) Roll Gelato and pronto then dickmatize a bitch, bitch Her legs don't work no more, had to crawl up out the crib, crib Acid in the fridge, shit, baby, I may be wildin' My diamonds hit like Chris, stay fly-y-y-y That triple 6, 6, 6, figures, big chips My [?]is like [?], I keep talkin' doll, you the shit, shit
All this gas I'm goin' All the [?]blowin' All these bitches showin' All these niggas bluffin' This shit here fire This shite arrive I need that bitch with thighs Her pussy sweet as pie You gone off my parkin' lot I'm back to back like Kyrie Your girl, she like to party This zip, this ain't no molly No, this zip, this ain't no molly No, the, yeah, yeah
Said I do it better than Margielas, cost a grip, grip Pants is Valentino, [?]with my miss tricks I'm the type of nigga smoke a spliff inside a moshpit Purple drinkin' lean, ain't the same, they say that shit is toxic Kirkie made the beat, now you see, that's a plot twist Hoppin' plane to plane, forgot to set my watch to tick, tick 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 I don't have them diamonds but I'm shinin' in this bitch, bitch When you run your list, that's how you get, get your shit, shit I don't take the risk, I count my money on my roof and shit Sweet and sours, scream and holler, make you lose your tooth and shit I know it's been a long time comin', we got hits, hits Addiction by subtraction, 'bout that action, not the risk, risk, bitch
Call me [?], we 'bout kicks, kicks This, [?]your lies, smelt like the best bitch Really, I had up my time, thank God that main bitch my prime Open your mind, on the date, one thing at a time Run it up, double up, flippin' what? Don't stop now Count it up, slap a what? Get to bust, don't stop now This we smoke, no coffin, got a [?]with Steve Austin I move the base like a [?], it's a Zombie thing, we some bosses
All this gas I'm goin' All the [?]blowin' All these bitches showin' All these niggas bluffin' This shit here fire This shite arrive I need that bitch with thighs Her pussy sweet as pie You gone off my parkin' lot I'm back to back like Kyrie Your girl, she like to party This zip, this ain't no molly No, this zip, this ain't no molly No, the, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, woah, woah Oh Yeah, yeah Um, yeah Woah Oh yeah Oh, woah, woah
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