Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Leather Symphony, artist - Flatbush Zombies. Album song Vacation In Hell, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 05.04.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Glorious Dead
Song language: English
Leather Symphony |
She just want me like a wedding ring |
I keep her dripping like some fucking paint |
Money real, I’m smoking hella green |
So much ass like Teyana Taylor |
Run a trap tryna make a milli |
She make it clap tryna make a milli |
Don’t lose yourself, remember who yourself |
Don’t lose yourself, remember who the best |
Take a dab, she got hella ass |
I just smoke and I don’t never pass |
All these niggas tryna be the man |
I get green nigga, Peter Pan |
Why they hating nigga? |
I be living |
Why they hating nigga? |
I be pimpin' |
Bad bitch looking so exquisite |
Took a risk, double, triple, get it |
Third eye feel like it’s on fire |
These niggas singing like they on the choir |
Swisher blunts with Snoop Dogg |
Dogg Pound, woof woof! |
No sound, psh psh psh! |
Wipe me down cause I’m gorgeous |
Ric Flair with the horseman |
What you 'bout man? |
Quit talking |
Bout that work, I’m like Fergie |
My moms didn’t make it 'til 30 |
If I don’t make it, don’t worry |
Zombie Gang, we ain’t buried |
Nigga always been a helping man |
Don’t bite the hand that makes you understand |
I might go loony, catch you on the 'gram |
Flipping, shipping, got a hundred grams |
Bands, grams |
Caught a jux and do my dance, yeah |
Why they copy? |
They just fans, yeah |
On my momma, I’m the man, yeah |
Bands, grams |
Count it, count it, got my hands full |
All this working got my hands full |
Why they hating like some damn fools? |
Bands, grams |
Caught a jux and do my dance, yeah |
Why they copy? |
They just fans, yeah |
On my momma, I’m the man, yeah |
Bands, grams |
Count it, count it, got my hands full |
All this working got my hands full |
Why they hating like some damn fools? |
I’m a minute late, I’m a renegade |
Twelvyy got a gauge, let me penetrate, pussy power KKK |
Loaded it live, rock in my sock |
Patrolling the block with a Glock |
Stick to the code, bloody my O’s |
Study my notes on the floor |
Stuck on this odyssey, huh, alone I need privacy, huh |
Shooting my prophecy, only I can see everything I can be, huh |
Fuck it, I get it, I get it |
I chronicle Riddick, they couldn’t forget it |
Planning is hella specific |
Start the beginning, a glorious death for the ending |
I can’t believe I existed, I’m bout to lead with a vision |
I brought the heat to the kitchen |
Y’all bout to sleep with the fishes |
I run with the Pistons and beatin' them kittens |
Zombie the menaces, all of my nemesis |
Wrong on the premises |
Brother got sentences, I’m moving sinister |
Call in the defenses, Twelvyy ridiculous |
Bands, grams |
Caught a jux and do my dance, yeah |
Why they copy? |
They just fans, yeah |
On my momma, I’m the man, yeah |
Bands, grams |
Count it, count it, got my hands full |
All this working got my hands full |
Why they hating like some damn fools? |
Mecca like Malcolm (and Biggie Medina) |
A$AP the cleanest (rolled in the Beamer) |
On Amsterdam, feel like I’m Yams, can’t see me, John Cena |
Everything money and violence, went to Flatbush for a nina |
Live up on Lennox (Church Ave with the check) |
Made no casino, got dope in the ringo, we high like the Beatles |
Album gon' pop (live on Atlantic) |
All over the planet, in Crooklyn we bandits and Harlem do damage |
Bands, grams |
Caught a jux and do my dance, yeah |
Why they copy? |
They just fans, yeah |
On my momma, I’m the man, yeah |
Bands, grams |
Count it, count it, got my hands full |
All this working got my hands full |
Why they hating like some damn fools? |
Bands, grams |
Caught a jux and do my dance, yeah |
Why they copy? |
They just fans, yeah |
On my momma, I’m the man, yeah |
Bands, grams |
Count it, count it, got my hands full |
All this working got my hands full |
Why they hating like some damn fools? |