| Love hurts, ask Courtney she killed Kurt
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| I do a bitch like Sid to Nancy if she cheat on me first
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| I’ma get the world’s attention 'fore I bleed on this earth
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| You gon' really get the message if you play this reverse
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| Okay lyrical combat fatality, who wanna battle me, pick on
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| I’ma shatter every atom in his whole anatomy
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| So instead of me when you’re stepping closer
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| You becoming my enemy for the penalty
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| My antenna’s up sipping a Hennessy
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| Okay, Christmas list a bad bitch and some better weed
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| Amd new Desert Es, 911 with the cherry seats
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| Drunk driving, doing 90 down the tunnel
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| Desert Eagle gun on my hip, bumping Capital Punishment
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| Just watch and observe the turbulence from the wordsmith
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| You’re hardly worth it and it urks me, what’s the purpose?
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| From the surface I emerge without immersin'
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| Mama nurse me, unemployed but not thirsty
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| Fresh out of the box, nina a virgin
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| Bout to pop a cherry and leave spots on your jersey
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| Bitches call me 2Cup Shakur, Hennessy pour
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| Weapons you drawing my integrity on
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| The thin line between love and hate, kill you
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| Smoke a blunt at your wake, see you in hell at the gates
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| My sweater shredded like Freddy but that’s the way that it’s made
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| Zombie gang, get the fuck out my face, the fuck is you say?
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| Y’all play bang-bang
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| This a army run up on you (bang, bang)
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| Insufficient when I get you
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| Even keep the pistol on you
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| Hit the call, listen my dawg
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| I’ma made official on
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| Your name brand, God damn
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| Whole thing glisten on you
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| Y’all play bang-bang
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| This a army run up on you (bang, bang)
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| Insufficient when I get you
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| Even keep the pistol on you
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| Hit the call, listen my dawg
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| I’ma made official on
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| Your name brand, God damn
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| Whole thing glisten on you
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| (Armaggedon)
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| Never leave home without my weapon
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| (This song)
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| Who want one on one with the dead man
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| (Them 911 Kevlar)
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| Whole team, whole scene, whole team dead
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| (Anything that my trust ain’t gon' sell off)
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| Liar tell some boy they mean belage
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| (Play your position, we sinners and not centers)
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| (We always been hot splitters we won’t let the cops get us)
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| Speaking of cops, they shot this cop on my block
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| They said you know what time it is? |
| I guess he ain’t had no watch
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| Bitch follow, niggas watch, and the game hit the spot for the fame
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| Money more than a game than a watch
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| (Don't know why, hit the spot on your block let me dig up in your pocket)
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| (Let me stack up on your options, cancelling your profit)
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| Got a problem, gotta vent
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| Gotta shot, gotta sin
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| Gotta rob, gotta spend
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| Is it you, is it him?
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| Is it us, is it them?
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| Wonder how we make amends
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| Watch how they circle the block, hate us cause of our skin
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| Got a problem, gotta vent
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| Gotta shot, gotta sin
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| Gotta rob, gotta spend
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| Is it you, is it him?
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| Is it us, is it them?
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| Wonder how we make amends
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| Watch how they circle the block, hate us cause of our skin
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| Y’all play bang-bang
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| This a army run up on you (bang, bang)
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| Insufficient when I get you
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| Even keep the pistol on you
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| Hit the call, listen my dawg
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| I’ma made official on
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| Your name brand, God damn
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| Whole thing glisten on you
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| Y’all play bang-bang
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| This a army run up on you (bang, bang)
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| Insufficient when I get you
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| Even keep the pistol on you
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| Hit the call, listen my dawg
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| I’ma made official on
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| Your name brand, God damn
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| Whole thing glisten on you |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ask Courtney, artist - Flatbush Zombies. Album song Vacation In Hell, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп