Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Vacation, 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
Vacation |
Vacay! |
Vacay! |
Vacay! |
Yeah, yeah, yeah |
I don’t sweat her texts (no) my life is a test (test, yeah) |
Takes a little effort (effort) makes a lot of stress (uh huh, stress) |
Supposed to be this way (way) who could lead the way? |
(way) |
Them shades a couple K’s (K's) we don’t see the same (Uh-huh) |
Do I need a name? |
(fame) Do we flee from fame (name) |
Now that’s a cold case (case) and I see the same (same) |
You’re supposed to be the king (king) let me see your wings (wings) |
Spread the gospel goal (goal) and let freedom ring |
I swear it’s so amazin' |
I swear it’s so amazin' |
Yeah I feel like on vacation |
They wanna be me, I ain’t dead yet, no |
You wanna ride you need a spaceship |
Ay baby, don’t get impatient, no |
Gotta hustle til you make it, Lord |
Yeah, I swear it’s so amazin' |
Yeah, cruising in my own lane, had to take the scenic route |
My reality is what most you niggas dream about |
Fake niggas only ride for you when they need the clout |
They leave your ass for dead when you’re bleedin' out |
Look, but blood thicker than water, that’s word to my daughter |
This year is where I had to draw up all of my borders |
I’m bossed up, I used to take their orders |
They ain’t wanna pay attention now they can’t afford us, yeah |
I made a milli' in the first quarter on the hush, yeah |
Plus this my Jordan year, bitch I’m just warmin' up, yeah |
I ain’t in a rush, that’s just, my adrenaline flowin' |
I drop the top just so they can see the melanin glowin' |
Like fuck the cops, uh, posted on the block like Giannis |
I promise, they call me Mr. Brooklyn’s Finest |
I’m, feelin' like I’m Yeezy with the shutter shades |
Can’t tell me nothing, in my stuntin' phase, wait 'til all them hunnids made |
I swear it’s so amazin' |
I swear it’s so amazin' |
Yeah I feel like on vacation |
They wanna be me, I ain’t dead yet, no |
You wanna ride you need a spaceship |
Ay baby, don’t get impatient, no |
Gotta hustle til you make it, Lord |
Yeah, I swear it’s so amazin' |
Yeah, yeah, yeah |
I just got back from Australia |
Wildin' out, getting double, my la familia |
Zombie Gang, Gang, Gang, can’t say a word |
Who wanna bang, bang, bang? |
I’m Pops Wayans' cause |
Got a blade on my tongue, dirty nine on my side |
Ratchet from over seas, mail order bride |
I’m the shit like my momma gave birth out her asshole |
Ammunition, wrapped around my body like Rambo |
Shout out to my main chick, side chick and mistress |
Same shit, love you girl, just handle yo business |
Got blood on my Fendi joggers, watch me mix-match designer |
I just wanna spend 4/20 with Rihanna |
Throw her over my shoulder then bring her back to my island |
Then put her legs over my head like a Hurricanrana |
I’m prolly the realest nigga to climb out a vagina (too real) |
Now does that sound like a good vacation or am I wildin'? |
I swear it’s so amazin' |
I swear it’s so amazin' |
Yeah I feel like on vacation |
They wanna be me, I ain’t dead yet, no |
You wanna ride you need a spaceship |
Ay baby, don’t get impatient, no |
Gotta hustle til you make it, Lord |
Yeah, I swear it’s so amazin' |