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What are you guys doing over there? Rap, puffing an hour. Never bow to that serpent. My only flaw and the earth revolves whether I am on it or naw. I'll see you in hell. I know we've been gone for a long time, but um, we back.
This fan told me her parents said I sound like the devil. And where I come from the hood is still niggas poor. Rest in peace to the Queen son. Full of power Came up selling sour making thousands Came up selling sour making thousands Came up selling sour making thous... my head like I'm Harley Quinn. Psycho-active, I'm on a mission. Too many drugs that make you go blind. Please, turn up the headphones I speak the value. Flatbush Zombies – This Is It Lyrics | Lyrics. Nothing is given without sacrifices. S-Vacation In Hell8. I would ride for my niggas, just show me the lane.
Written by: Dimitri Simms, Antonio Lewis, Erick Elliott. I plan to take a trip. Niggas a shmurda ya rusty tre pounds Shoot you an throw it in the air like a cap and gown I demand the throne and the crown... tin' like O-Dog in that movie. Know I feel your pain, a different day [? Cause I'm under destruction what is this? Shark hoodies, backwoods, Rizla, OG. Part of me don't deserve ya'. No forgiveness, just a sick bitch. Flatbush Zombies Lyrics, Songs, and Albums. I never judge, we do indulge. 40 ounce, sipper, until my liver give away. Blow it the best doja. Who you kidding, there's no fixing nigga this the facts of life. I ain't done fornicating. Down another bottle with my niggas.
You trade your soul for fame, we ain't built the same. I'm high and sleep deprived, having nightmares while I'm still awake. I'm cobra, venomous cobra. I ain't bluffing, locked up, now luxed up. Been hot for 4 years, my nigga Isaac Blaze. Outcome infinite dawg, where is the ceiling?
Trip on acid while I'm rapping, Sippin' muddy, counting money. Danger danger, Will Robinson. Muthafucka we the hope nigga[Verse2: Erick] I assemble. Where they raised me at Now I.
Run up on me like I'm some hippie nigga. Unfaithful bitch love the taste of dick. I'm a walking contradiction. Get higher f**king money b**ch, like 20 dollars or something. I can't help but understate watch this capricorn decapitate. You guys are an amazing music group.
That's a fact, OG reefer hash wax. Only faithful to my bros. My rights and my wrongs. I'm never gon' see where I came from. Nigga stole the dead the way we living like so crazy man. Finger played with it, yo. Glide on these niggas. S Remix) Ooh woo I'm a rebel. Fetch a frequency, this ain't shit to me. My penmanship, a urban [? All I ever wanted son was a brick, a mask and hunnid guns.
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