| Got a bad bitch and she blowing sticky
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| This gelato and I’m blowing 50
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| If you pull it on me, then you better kill me
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| Kamikaze, taking niggas with me
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| Know I’m scummy, know I’m skinny
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| Them big pockets counting plenty
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| Ain’t no money you could lend me
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| Bonnie, Clyde, Bobby, Whitney
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| From the first of first, you know I hold it down
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| Log it in, spread the word around
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| Wedding cake, terps like crystals now
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| I’m moving on, they say I’m different now
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| Call investigation, this a perp
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| Deem it certain, screaming red alert
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| Most you suckers gotta make it work
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| Just remember where you heard it first
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| Problematic shit get automatic
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| Fucking cowards, they don’t want no static
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| I’m from the towers, Flatbush full of power
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| Came up selling sour, making thousands
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| Came up selling sour, making thousands
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| Came up selling sour, making thousands
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| Fleezus Christ, don’t say my name in vain
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| Fire, brimstone, acid rain
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| Watch me turn the crowd into a Spartan scene
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| Mosh pit, then I’m Moses, part the sea
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| Acid, acid, acid, acid, yah
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| I think I’m back up on them drugs again
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| Acid, acid, acid, acid, yah
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| I think I’m back up on them drugs again
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| Yeah I see the 12
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| I don’t want to see the cell
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| You won’t see me in some nooses
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| Young and reckless, with the movements
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| Fix yourself up nigga, what you doing?
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| Patrick Ewing
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| Keep these haters blocked, you hear the shots
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| I’m not just saying Pac catered to relatable and the shaded ones
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| Man fuck that (*mumbles*) that mumble rap
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| It’s that skully low rumble rap
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| I’ll do 50 years
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| If the police find what’s inside my duffle bag
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| Moma shoulda named me Trouble Man
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| Got shrooms, I ain’t talking truffles and
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| Got sheets, I ain’t talking slumbers and
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| Rat-tat-tat, slide up in your trap
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| Like Kramer, in through your window like Bruh Man
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| Now the pigs in my head like I’m Harley Quinn
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| Zombie Gang, check my accomplishments
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| It’s Meechy Dark, still not the father bitch
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| Keeping hundreds in the shoe box
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| Straight cash pop a few thots
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| Father niggas, Big Pop'
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| Chauncey Billups, I’m the big shot
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| Red alert, get your shit popped
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| Avianne for the big rocks
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| Flatbush Zombies got this shit locked
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| Mad Max in the gridlock |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song HELL-O , by - Flatbush Zombies. Song from the album Vacation In Hell, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп