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Flatbush ZOMBiES
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You know what I mean? Like I told the nigga, I'm like "Yo, you know my body, my nigga, ha" And I don't know what you talking 'bout You know how I get down, baby Don't be tryna talk crazy over here I got the whole world on my hands now Attitude, "Fuck it" like I'm caught with my pants down You pussy and always been it, dawg Most of the game are rookies You know that we came to ball The sooner you bring it to me The sooner we ship it off Hennessy and bad decisions, makin' millions off a song With this bad lado (Word) My motto, drive and swerve potholes Numbers don't lie, when on my side, capo I got an energy problem No, I got an enemy problem No, I got a Hennessy problem Paranoia's gettin' me probably Opposite of kamikaze Papi, your shit never droppin', stop it Tight body, nothing sloppy But her toppy, zombie gang, gang-gang Body rotten, Gucci sweats for casket shopping I possess the acid drop but never rain I'm designed to rhyme, [?] is what I'm inclined to do I'm sorry [?], your highness, don't need no [?] This is highly ignitable Riot inside, frying my mind Body with chemicals, why? Try us all in your mind When I slide, [?] just roll the dice Take your life for likes, some trife, I'm quite nice Precise with knife, slice and dice Inhale, exhale, close one eye then snipe Beware, these here are the tales of the darkside Nobody gets out alive Ask why Satan cried when I was baptized All I got is my balls, my word, my pride If I Ghost Rider, just meets no Hell No rider, no 'siah Pussy boy, he fire Flatbush, Eastside I got the whole world on my hands now Attitude, "Fuck it" like I'm caught with my pants down You pussy and always been it, dawg Most of the game are rookies You know that we came to ball The sooner you bring it to me The sooner we ship it off Hennessy and bad decisions, makin' millions off a song With this bad lado (Word) My motto, drive and swerve potholes Numbers don't lie, when on my side, capo Yeah Thirty this jersey, no disrespect to Reggie the noble Repeatedly hitting your whip until it's been totaled Please lady, no photos, I'm hardly sober My omens have only told me to focus on every quote and expose Every single soul, with the motives of takin' over this globe Takin' over the road, on the dough with my bros I'm bowling with pins of woes More than convinced I'm old Wisdom infinite fall My window is tinted, closed These niggas is gimmicks, so I hit 'em like critic, bro I'm driven to pay the toll You niggas is paper, plus You fuckin' with angel dust (Woo) We can't be fucked with There's nothing, the niggas no discussion, I crushed 'em Sweet as custard Apply the pressure, the master of the dojo Closure when the Yankees play the closers (Uh-uh) Can't you see me, 3D, that's rememory Here's the melody, eat your shit, human centipede I got the whole world on my hands now Attitude, "Fuck it" like I'm caught with my pants down You pussy and always been it, dawg Most of the game are rookies You know that we came to ball The sooner you bring it to me The sooner we ship it off Hennessy and bad decisions, makin' millions off a song With this bad lado (Word) My motto, drive and swerve potholes Numbers don't lie, when on my side, capo Y'all learned a new word today, nigga: "Triskaidekaphobia" Extreme superstition regarding the number thirteen That's why a nigga don't be have thirteenth floor on the- but anyways Most project buildings don't get past the thirteenth floor anyway So it don't really matter What's poppin' blood? You good, you good? You quit the thirteenth floor for me Ay yo, thirteenth floor Alright, eleven floor
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