Your native language

عربي

Arabic

عربي

简体中文

Chinese

简体中文

Nederlands

Dutch

Nederlands

Français

French

Français

Deutsch

German

Deutsch

Italiano

Italian

Italiano

日本語

Japanese

日本語

한국인

Korean

한국인

Polski

Polish

Polski

Português

Portuguese

Português

Română

Romanian

Română

Русский

Russian

Русский

Español

Spanish

Español

Türk

Turkish

Türk

Українська

Ukrainian

Українська
User Avatar

Sound


Interface


Difficulty level


Accent



interface language

en

Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
Cookie policy   |   Support   |   FAQ
1
register / login
Lyrkit

donate

5$

Lyrkit

donate

10$

Lyrkit

donate

20$

Lyrkit

And/Or support me in social. networks:


Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
Flatbush Zombies

Big Shrimp

 

Big Shrimp

(album: Vacation In Hell - 2018)


[Meechy Darko:]
On my side and I'm walking with a limp, limp
Lotta red wine and some big shrimp
Uh, with a limp, limp
Yeah, uh, yeah

Pistol on my side and I'm walking with a limp, limp
I just had a lotta red wine and some big shrimp
Let me use my credit card on ya baby (ching ching)
Used to sip, sip 'til my homie died of that shit
I'm really lit, lit, so I Cuban link my Cuban bitch
Blue nose pit, shit, no bitches on my wrist
Crazy talking dirty, pussy pu-pu-purring when I hit, hit
I kept on my jewelry 'cause I still don't trust this bitch, bitch
Sold my soul and bought it back for cheaper that's a flip, flip
Ole English, Hennessey, watch me mix, mix (drink up bitch)
Roll Gelato in Fronto then dickmatize a bitch, bitch
Her legs don't work no more, had her crawling out the crib, crib
Acid in the fridge, shit, baby, Avianne be wilding
My diamonds hit like ... stay fly-y-y-y-y-y
That triple 6-6-6, figures, big chips
I'm always like Martin, and keep talking darling, you the shit, shit

[Zombie Juice:]
All this gas I'm blowing, all this loud I'm blowing
All these bitches showing, all these niggas bluffing
This shit here fire, this shit a riot
I need that bitch with thighs, her pussy sweet as pie
You calling my dawg a liar, I'm back to back like Aubrey
Your girl, she like the molly, this 'cid, this ain't no molly
Noooo, this 'cid, this ain't no molly
Nooo-whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Erick Arc Elliott:]
Said I do it better, them Margielas, cost a grip, grip
Pants is Valentino, while kicking with my mistress
I'm the type of nigga smoke a spliff inside a moshpit
Purple drink and lean ain't the same, they say that shit is toxic
Kirkie made the beat, now you see, that that's a plot twist
Hopping plane to plane, forgot to set my watch to tick, tick
I don't have them diamonds but I'm shining 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 coming, we got hits, hits
Addiction by subtraction, 'bout that action, not the risk, risk, bitch

[Zombie Juice:]
Call me Chun-Li, peep how I kicks it
This sherm and gelato smell like the best bitch
Really ahead of my time, thank God I ain't reach my prime
Open your mind, owning the day, one day at a time
Run it up, double up, flipping what? Don't stop now
Count it up, slab of what? Get the bucks, don't stop now
This we smoke, no coffin, got a leather vest with Steve Austin
I move the base like a forklift, it's a Zombie thing, we some bosses

All this gas I'm going, all this loud I'm blowing
All these bitches showing, all these niggas bluffing
This shit here fire, this shit a riot
I need that bitch with thighs, her pussy sweet as pie
You calling my dawg a liar, I'm back to back like Aubrey
Your girl, she like to party, this 'cid, this ain't no molly
Noooo, this 'cid, this ain't no molly
Nooo-whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, woah, woah, ohh
Yeah, yeah
Um, yeah
Yeah, yeah, woah, yeah, yeah, oh
Woah, woah

done

Did you add all the unfamiliar words from this song?