Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 36 Chamber Flow , by - Flatbush Zombies. Release date: 17.12.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
36 Chamber Flow |
| Overload and overgone |
| Time to get this paper on |
| Fetti Mozarelli, modern day Fonzerelli |
| Or DMX and Belly |
| I’m still smooth though |
| Rick Rude ho, never played the fool roll |
| Psychedelic renegade, higher than the other day |
| Free your mind, or get trapped in yesterday |
| Eyes low, tell me what you wanna' do |
| OG puffa, nigga I will not lose |
| I toke a lot, I loke a lot |
| With the Flocka, word up to Big Poppa |
| You Craig & meg floppers |
| I’m smokin' like a rasta |
| New York diesel, get proper |
| I’m cliché, but this is my forte |
| We stay strapped and I’m packing like Green Bay |
| I’m a giant, André rack alief |
| I’m a monster, no Kanye required |
| Ready to die track 17 I’m suicidal |
| Ran out of dutchie so we use the paper out the bible |
| Smoking exotic piff, with an exotic bitch |
| Eyes low, chronic spliff |
| Pussy wet, watch it drip |
| The high life I’m living |
| It ain’t sinning if you winning |
| Everyday is haze blunts, scandalous women |
| True talk, I spit the art |
| Hunting money is my favourite sport |
| I walk the walk and pussy is something I never bought |
| I need a bad bitch, with really good features |
| We too high up, you never ever reach us |
| Nosebleed sex, I fuck her in the bleachers |
| You know I like them chink eyes, thick thighs |
| Shirley Temple weave, hair look like curly fries |
| Who needs a gimmick, got real nigga features |
| Who needs a diamond ring when there’s crystals on ya reefer |