Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lava, artist - Flatbush Zombies. Date of issue: 05.07.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Lava |
| All my niggas dirty, see a nigga cutthroat |
| It’s Like 2: 30, call the product kids up |
| Get the utmost, up most |
| I’m gettin' head from the front do' |
| Front fo' nigga right here at your front door |
| Oh no, rhymes pass ya like Rondo |
| Switch the flow, can you hear me like some old phones |
| Hustle anything getting money 'til the Feds roll |
| Real shit nigga, all I do is eat foes |
| Slammin' on niggas like Onyx from the free throw |
| Flatbush born dead, nigga I’m a hero |
| And oh yeah hoes, man I got like zero |
| Tolerance for bullshit or ego |
| Took enough acid and I’m feeling like Neo |
| Niggas took my style, man I’m feeling kinda geeked though |
| Swag champ, twist a nigga up like some |
| Peep though, progression at its finest |
| Treat you so good cause you’re only what you’re lyin' |
| Your fire’s so quiet, they see through your mind and |
| Your iris, your eyelids, your eyes can’t define it |
| They hear when they want ya |
| Fear what they told ya |
| Reprogram yourself or I fear for your health |
| Program inhibition, I’m willing to ride |
| Few grams back-to-back let that sync in your mind |
| Rhyme right, rhyme tight, should’ve been signed twice |
| If this the outcome, I’m waiting on my next life |
| Roll the dice, motherfucker get your shit straight |
| Been great, flipping weight call me Triple H, yeah |
| Zombies we the shit man ya |
| Zombies we the Kliq man ya |
| Palm trees like a birthday |
| Ain’t nothing like the first day |
| Ain’t nothing like the first day |
| You could judge by the blunt by the terp taste |
| Know a nigga on a run on my worst day |
| See you stepping on my lawn leave the hearse way, yeah the hearse way |
| Ain’t nothing like the first day |
| You could judge by the blunt by the terp taste |
| Know a nigga on a run on my worst day |
| See you stepping on my lawn leave the hearse way, on the first day |
| Back to take the game, got my ice on brr |
| Back the fuck up, I got the Juice in here |
| You can’t compare, living like this can’t be real |
| Only talking if you’re only 'bout them M’s this year |
| All red looking like the prince is near |
| And the bitch with me looking like the baddest here |
| High as us, throw 'em off like a chandelier |
| Back-to-back smoking like I can’t be here |
| Yeah, back against the wall, me against the world |
| Battle to be fought, trying to hit the floor |
| Trying to hit the show, never let the |
| Hating on the boy, nigga been divorced |
| Straight up out the morgue |
| God damn, load the clips in the dollar van |
| Run up in the crib dog, feeling like bruh man |
| Coachella overseas feeling like Summer Jam |
| Master P all about it |
| Had to cut 'em off, see, feelin' like they can’t define me |
| Blowing in the wind on my RZA shit you can’t find me |
| Anyway the wind blows, Bohemian rap flows |
| These new niggas just hoe, like Jay-Z I change clothes |
| Terps taste like mango |
| Dope-in-the-vein flow |
| Coke-colored Kangol |
| Your main bitch, she get low |
| Out of site, out of mind |
| Niggas running out of time so they |
| Ain’t nothing like the first day |
| You could judge by the blunt by the terp taste |
| Know a nigga on a run on my worst day |
| See you stepping on my lawn leave the hearse way, yeah the hearse way |
| Ain’t nothing like the first day |
| You could judge by the blunt by the terp taste |
| Know a nigga on a run on my worst day |
| See you stepping on my lawn leave the hearse way, on the first day |