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Flatbush Zombies

dirty elevator music

 

dirty elevator music

(álbum: now, more than ever - 2020)


[Erick The Architect:]
You know what I mean?
Like I told the nigga, I'm like, "Yo, you know my body, my nigga, ha
I don't know what you talking 'bout
But 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 I always been the dawg
Most of the game are rookies, you know that we came to ball
Sooner you bring it to me, the sooner we ship it off
Hennessy and bad decisions, making millions off a song
With this bad lotto (Word), my motto, drive and swerve potholes
Numbers don't lie when on my side, capo

[Meechy Darko:]
I got an energy problem, no I got an enemy problem
No I got a Hennessy problem, paranoia's getting me probably
Opposite of kamikaze, papi your shit never dropping, stop it
Tight body, nothing sloppy but her toppy, zombie gang, gang gang
Body rotten
Gucci sweats while casket shopping
I'm possessed, the acid dropper
Never lying Boo'
I'm designed to rhyme, the grimy moves is what I'm inclined to do
I'm sorry silly rhymers your highness
Don't need no kind of boost
This is highly ignitable, riot inciting
Frying my mind, body with chemicals
Why try?
It's all in your mind, red eye flights, I'm going in raw
Let's roll the dice
Kill you on cam, flick
Take your life for likes, I'm trife, I'm quite nice
Precise with knife, slice and dice
Inhale, exhale, close one eye, then snipe
Beware, this here is the tales of the dark side
Nobody gets out of alive
Ask why, Satan cried when I was baptized
All I got is my balls, my word, my pride
Her head fire
Ghost Rider, just Meech no help, no writer no sire
Pussy boy eat fire, Flatbush, east sider

[Erick The Architect:]
I got the whole world on my hands now
Attitude, fuck it, like I'm caught with my pants down
You pussy, and I always been the dawg
Most of the game are rookies, you know that we came to ball
Sooner you bring it to me, the sooner we ship it off
Hennessy and bad decisions, making millions off a song
With this bad lotto, my motto, drive and swerve potholes
Numbers don't lie when on my side, capo

Yeah
Dirty as 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 taking over this globe
Taking over the road, on the dough with my bros
I'm bowling with pins of woes, more than convinced I'm old
Wisdom infinite fold, my window is tinted, closed
These niggas is gimmicks, so I hit 'em like Riddick Bowe
I'm driven to pay the toll, you niggas is paper plush
You fucking with angel dust (Woo), we can't be fucked with
It's nothing to niggas, no discussion, I crushed 'em
Sweet as custard, apply the pressure, the messier, the dossier
Closure when the Yankees play they closers (Uh-uh)
Can't you see me? 3D, Tesla memory
Here's the melody, eat your shit, human centipede

I got the whole world on my hands now (Brrt)
Attitude, fuck it, like I'm caught with my pants down (What?)
You pussy, and I always been the dawg
Most of the game are rookies, you know that we came to ball
Sooner you bring it to me, the sooner we ship it off
Hennessy and bad decisions, making millions off a song
With this bad lotto, my motto, drive and swerve potholes
Numbers don't lie when on my side, capo (Hahaha)

[Meechy Darko:]
See I learned a new word today, nigga
Triskaidekaphobia
An extreme superstition regarding the number thirteen
That's why a nigga don't be having thirteenth floor on the—anyway
Most project buildings don't really get past thirteenth floor anyway, so it don't really matter
What's popping, blood? You good, you good?
You click the thirteenth floor for me?
Ayo, thirteenth floor
Alright, eleventh floor

feito

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