| On my side and I’m walkin' with a limp, limp
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| Lotta red wine and some big shrimp
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| Uh, with a limp, limp
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| Yeah, uh, yeah
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| Pistol on my side and I’m walkin' with a limp, limp
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| I just had a lotta red wine and some big shrimp
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| Let me use my credit card on your baby (ching ching)
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| Used to sip, sip 'til my homie died of that shit
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| I’m really lit, lit, so I Cuban link my Cuban bitch
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| Blue note bitch, shit, no bitches on my wrist
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| Crazy talkin' dirty, pussy pussypussypurrin' when I hit, hit
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| I kept on my jewelry 'cause I still don’t trust this bitch, bitch
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| Soul my soul for 40, man, for cheaper, that’s a fifth, fifth
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| Ole English, Hennessey, watch me mix, mix (drink up bitch)
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| Roll Gelato in Pronto then dickmatize a bitch, bitch
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| Her legs don’t work no more, had to crawl up out the crib, crib
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| Acid in the fridge, shit, baby, I maybe wildin'
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| My diamonds hit like… stay fly-y-y-y-y-y
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| That triple 6−6-6, figures, big chips
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| I’m always like Martin, and keep talkin' darling, you the shit, shit
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| All this gas I’m goin', all this loud I’m blowin'
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| All these bitches showin', all these niggas bluffin'
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| This shit here fire, this shit a riot
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| I need that bitch with thighs, her pussy sweet as pie
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| You callin' my dawg a liar, I’m back to back like Aubrey
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| Your girl, she like to party, this 'cid, this ain’t no molly
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| Noooo, this 'cid, this ain’t no molly
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| Nooo-whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Said I do it better, them Margielas, cost a grip, grip
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| Pants is Valentino, Waikikin' with my mistress
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| I’m the type of nigga smoke a spliff inside a moshpit
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| Purple drink and lean ain’t the same, they say that shit is toxic
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| Kirkie made the beat, now you see, that’s a plot twist
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| Hoppin' plane to plane, forgot to set my watch to tick, tick
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| I don’t have them diamonds but I’m shinin' in this bitch, bitch
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| When you run your list, that’s how you get, get your shit, shit
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| I don’t take the risk, I count my money on my roof and shit
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| Sweet and sours, scream and holler, make you lose your tooth and shit
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| I know it’s been a long time comin', we got hits, hits
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| Addiction by subtraction, 'bout that action, not the risk, risk, bitch
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| Call me Chun-Li, we 'bout our kicks, kicks
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| This sherm and gelato smell like the best bitch
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| Really ahead of my time, thank God I ain’t reach my prime
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| Open your mind, only a day, one day at a time
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| Run it up, double up, flippin' what? |
| Don’t stop now
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| Count it up, slap a what? |
| Get the bucks, don’t stop now
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| This we smoke, no coffin, got a leather vest with Steve Austin
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| I move the base like a forklift, it’s a Zombie thing, we some bosses
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| All this gas I’m goin', all this loud I’m blowin'
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| All these bitches showin', all these niggas bluffin'
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| This shit here fire, this shit a riot
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| I need that bitch with thighs, her pussy sweet as pie
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| You callin' my dawg a liar, I’m back to back like Aubrey
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| Your girl, she like to party, this 'cid, this ain’t no molly
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| Noooo, this 'cid, this ain’t no molly
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| Nooo-whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, woah, woah, ohh
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Um, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah, woah, yeah, yeah, oh
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| Woah, woah |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Big Shrimp, artist - Flatbush Zombies. Album song Vacation In Hell, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп