Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song New World Order, artist - Flatbush Zombies. Date of issue: 30.10.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
New World Order |
| New world order |
| New world order |
| New world order |
| New world order |
| All the homies say I’m brain dead |
| Amen, smoke weed, talk shit |
| All these rappers be on pain meds |
| So why should I give a fuck how they feel? |
| Heard you don’t even gang bang |
| But you’re twistin' up the fingers in the flicks |
| Know you gotta have the good aim |
| When you’re shootin' from the whip |
| New world order, baby baby |
| Please work smarter instead of harder |
| That new world order, the world is mine |
| So why the fuck would I give you a portion? |
| New world order, no calm shit |
| Revolvin', bust guns that start riots |
| Booty so round and soft, I left a palm print |
| I’m Schwarzenegger, black leather, shotty under armpit |
| New world order (New world order) |
| Everything kosher 'til a nigga call the squad up |
| New world order (New world order) |
| Let me see you snitchin' best pretend that you saw nothin' |
| New world order (New world order) |
| Everything kosher 'til a nigga call the squad up |
| New world order (New world order) |
| Rebel with no cause, homie welcome to the slaughter |
| Ain’t no rivalry, ain’t no hide and seek |
| Bang bang, rather you than me |
| Another rapper, just a bunch of chatter |
| Come ride my wave 'til the boat sink |
| My lifestyle gets unusual |
| We Terp talk, you know the usual |
| It’s in my blood, it’s in my heart |
| You niggas out here dressin' like some thots |
| I’m really out here eatin' with some Rastas |
| Your baby girl slurp me like some pasta |
| Hotel looking like a trap house |
| The tour bus looking like a frat house |
| I like the way she walkin' with her ass out |
| She couldn’t get me on the phone so she mad now |
| Call up AK, nigga, bring the bands out |
| It’s a new world order, we the gang now |
| New world order (New world order) |
| Everything kosher 'til a nigga call the squad up |
| New world order (New world order) |
| Let me see you snitchin' best pretend that you saw nothin' |
| New world order (New world order) |
| Everything kosher 'til a nigga call the squad up |
| New world order (New world order) |
| Rebel with no cause, homie welcome to the slaughter |
| You know we make history |
| Burn you like hickory, niggas ain’t shit to me |
| I bench you offend you, it’s mental, I bend you |
| Shit is so raw, you can’t read it on your Kindle |
| Strictly on the mental, slice face, ginsu |
| On some Heath Ledger shit, smash face, pencil |
| Copying my stencil, soaking up the swag that I exude |
| So excuse, this my next move |
| All the best do their own stunts |
| I’m going harder on these cold fronts |
| Roll blunts, kickin' back where the crows hunt |
| Most stunts see the vapor when I smoke one |
| Head up in the clouds, never seen my nose run |
| Don’t front, not a nigga you could post on |
| Something for that ass, and a glass you can toast on |
| Boy, he got the scope on and he raisin' both arms |
| Can’t keep it concealed, know he gotta show gun |
| New world order (New world order) |
| Everything kosher 'til a nigga call the squad up |
| New world order (New world order) |
| Let me see you snitchin' best pretend that you saw nothin' |
| New world order (New world order) |
| Everything kosher 'til a nigga call the squad up |
| New world order (New world order) |
| Rebel with no cause, homie welcome to the slaughter |
| New world order |
| New world order |
| New world order |
| New world order |