corrija a letra Letra Dr. Miami por Zombie Juice

Featuring(s) : Meechy Darko

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[Intro]
Traphouse Mob
Luca on the track

[Verse 1: Zombie Juice]
Junction size, sixteen fifty-five, you know the vibe
They said I wouldn't make it, well, I guess they lied
I might smoke your top five right on sight
That's old rappers, new rappers alike, I
Already got knocked for his ice, I guess
He ain't really 'bout what he write
I walk in, they say I'm a legend
I flash like a ratchet, this shit gettin' sexy
Yeah, I'm with a baddie and she tryna eat me
Yeah, she call me daddy, I put her to sleep
That's the freak of the least, and back it [?]
I'm off the acid like three times this week
Mind on my money, that's gang over bitches
And hustler’s ambition, [?] in kitchen
She off in the Bush, a long way from them Benz'
Carti-Cartier vintage, Botega, exquisite
Grab on her ass, so she know that I meant it
Might pour me an eighth, rest in peace to my nigga A$AP
Big smoke, big glow, big juice, big dough
Big dough, hoppin' out the "Skrrt", on the net for
Same ones day one, bitch, ten toes
See a jack in the way, I aim low

[Chorus: Zombie Juice]
[?], I ain't gettin' no sleep
So high, probably catch a nosebleed
You ain't from here, don't come here
'Cause you might get leaked, [?] double cup
Got the chopper on the scene like
How you gon' rat on the team like
How you switch side but you gay like
These rappers ain’t bout what they sayin' "Na-na, na-na"
No, I don't miss you, but I need to nut
She went to Dr. Miami, she up
[?]
Like, what?
No, I don't miss you, but I need to nut
She went to Dr. Miami, she up
[?]

[Verse 2: Meechy Darko]
Vest with the gloves, mask with the hoodie
Die for respect, back on my bully
Ferraris and Lambos, the baddies with goodies
Don't pay me in love, bitch, pay me in pussy
Don't pay me in love, bitch, pay me in pussy (Pay me)
Don't pay me in love
Blunted than a bitch, K in the vest
Send me the addy, I'm makin' a mess
She soakin' the mattress and makin' it wet
I-C 3-0, fresh up the jet
It's no fun if she don't cum
She can take it, she don't run
She just got her body done
That new ass a lot of fun
Apple bottom, Georgia peach
Can't predict the future, but I know her juice is worth the squeeze
I was tryna sex your body way before the surgeries
Way before the fat transfers, I was tryna bend you backwards
Madness, traffic
My head in my lap, I'm runnin' the lights (Vroom)
I make a call, you'll be dead by tonight (Boom, dead)
I make a call, tell her "Be there by nine"
What she gon' do? Be there by nine
I dogged that bitch, tell her "Show me a trick"
Made the dick disappear with her brand new lips
You spit, you save few sips, snatch waist, huge hips
Lotta things changed but
That pussy got the same grip, that same grip

[Chorus: Zombie Juice]
[?], I ain't gettin' no sleep
So high, probably catch a nosebleed
You ain't from here, don't come here
'Cause you might get leaked, [?] double cup
Got the chopper on the scene like
How you gon' rat on the team like
How you switch side but you gay like
These rappers ain’t ‘bout what they sayin' "Na-na, na-na"
No, I don't miss you, but I need to nut
She went to Dr. Miami, she up
[?]
Like, what?
No, I don't miss you, but I need to nut
She went to Dr. Miami, she up
[?]

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