| Everything I own in a box to the left
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| I don’t mean no Beyonce jams
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| But I roll me a jay and pop me a Z to the death
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| I ain’t talking Beyonce’s man
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| That bitch said put a ring on it, she sings on it
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| Kinda like Beyonce fams, but I ain’t drop no singles lately
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| Because I’m too deep, messing with the single ladies
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| I got dreams of a jet black Chrysler, inside colours of a red back spider
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| Start of 2018 with a 5 stack, get it heavy, get it 10 racks higher
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| I feel like the shit, Ronaldo brother, I’m real like Madrid
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| Get Messi like Lionel, spin on your vinyl
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| Wax, I cut facts
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| I’m DJ Khaled, I’m the best
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| Steve Waugh in the slips, still Shane Warne with a bitch
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| Still raw with the spit, still spin words on a pitch
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| Still hit verses for 6, try catch this
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| Bust raps with a recipe like Crusty Crab
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| The stars under the rock like Patrick
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| And the bar straight over your head
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| So I spit this olympic flow, it’s gymnastic
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| Your bars like the lips and tits of Kim, Kylie and Kris
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| Legit, they all plastic
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| Said he raps good, but he rap shit
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| Brother looking like an MC Catfish
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| Can’t be stopped, can’t be dropped
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| Roy Jones, I’m the carbon copy
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| Hard to stop, the juggernaut packs a punch
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| The kill streaks, run around like a Nazi zombie
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| Do you feel me man?
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| You don’t know 'bout the shit that I go through
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| Drop bars, like a spirit bomb
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| It’s a numbers game like Sudoku
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| But I still got the dragon balls
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| Rap be raw, like a sushi train this ain’t tofu
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| Nah, I don’t get mad at all
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| Bag the ball at my side chicks house that I go to
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| Sesh for an hour, sesh at her place, then sex in the shower
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| She’s off her face from sessions of powder
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| Still got a face, like Jessica Alba
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| Life’s good, when you fuck good, I bet only my reals one know that
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| Bad bitch with a king kong joint rolled, I bet only my real ones smoke that
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| Life’s good, when you fuck good, I bet only my reals one know that
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| Bad bitch with a king kong joint rolled, I bet only my real ones smoke that
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| Still get money bust flows, still get money fuck hoes
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| Still stay wide and around, with the zip in the back seat
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| Still get money, puff smoke
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| Switch flows, ay
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| Best with the homes
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| Rocky Balboa, Sylvester Stallone
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| All I really need is one take one breath
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| I hit it with one spray, we fresh as cologne
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| All of my homies act like they don’t know me
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| They’re phoney, so I’m never checking my phone
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| All of my homies act like they don’t know me
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| They’re phoney, it’s better they left me alone
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| I’m blowing up like land mine
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| Damn girl, giving me the dutch right now
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| ECB to the 420
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| Body Bag Media, where the cones right now? |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Rap Zombie , by - Chillinit. Song from the album Women Weed & Wordplay, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп