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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
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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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