Correction Lyrics Zombie by 438 Tok

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Say I chop up a brick, just like Karate
She want me, she don't want nobody
Heard you wanna boot, JP got molly
Had to give her ass the boot, she had too much mileage
In the coupe with the choppa, ridin' 'round with a smile
Runnin' with them Z's, them be my zombies
How you wanna beef? Never hurt nobody
Send the blitz real quick, off the rip John Gotti
Say I chop up a brick, just like Karate
She want me, she don't want nobody
Heard you wanna boot, JP got molly
Had to give her ass the boot, she had too much mileage
In the coupe with the choppa, ridin' 'round with a smile
Runnin' with them Z's, them be my zombies
How you wanna beef? Never hurt nobody
Send the blitz real quick, off the rip John Gotti

Off the rip John Gotti, got too much bodies
Smoke all opps, I don't know 'bout exotic
If I don't like the beat, ain't really gon' rock it
She just wanna suck on me real sloppy, stop it
I don't even hit 'em, please, they coppin'
b*t*h, stick on me, finna do a lil' moppin'
Put an opp in the box, now his nickname Roddy
With the lock in the [?] free [?] out the box
They put him in, put him out, is you in or you out?
Got a French house Bull, how I lean when I rock with it
Go through with the drop, they block
Hit it, split it, n***as ain't with it
Them n***as never hurt nobody
She just wanna f**k on me in a Mazi'
Heard a n***a fiendin' for the lean, I got it
Trap with all my heart, got it full of narcotics
Runnin' with them Z's, them be my zombies
Speedhole the whole hunnid, I don't need nobody
When she aimin' for somebody, I'ma say I don't got it
But I got it, why you think they call me John Gotti?
Styrofoam on me, I'ma double my cup
n***a got a shoulder, we shootin' it off
We tryna get us a hole in one
And we keep our pack, just to roll it up

Send the blitz real quick, young n***a John Gotti
My n***a called 2Pac, you like Miley
Run yo' ass up, now my b*t*h exotic
Bring yo' real guts, swear he retarded
All these foreign cars might get deported
Got my side b*t*h pretty, make that b*t*h abort it
Can't get none of this clique really supportin' me
When I was in the streets with nowhere to sleep
I used to roam around with nowhere to be
Now I'm gettin' paid on my melodies
For my PR or my felonies
No way I'm gonna lose, but I still gon' squeeze
And no matter who hate, I'm still gon' eat
Jump in the booth and I start to preach
Go get a gun, hit yo' block and sweep
Spray the whole sh*t up, watch how them n***as flee
Yeah, I'm comin' to kill you and your dogs
Don't shawshank the opps, f**k the law
Short n***a, still a shooter, Chris Paul
Good aim, I will not miss y'all
Ten toes, I'm in the place standing tall
Climb to the top, they wanna see me fall
Ran it up, but first I had to crawl
Ran it up, I do the most at the mall

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