Flatbush Zombies - Inf Beams - Tekst piosenki, lyrics - teksciki.pl

01.04.2013

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[Verse 1: Meechy Darko] Money can't buy happiness, dummy, it is happiness Trap house, got work in them kitchen cabinets Weed and them tablets, codeine and aspirin Basking in the ambience while I'm on the Ambien Klonopins, gold mouth Meechy, million dollar grin Mescaline, psychedelic, failing with the sentencing For beating up the beat, and his tongue be his weaponry Good aim, I'll blow a nigga brain, J.F. Kennedy Mind frame on the damn backseat of his Bentley I'm hard to tame, that's why I'm in leopard print everything You ain't 'bout that life, so it's best you never try, dawg I ain't scared of death, that's cause I already died, dawg Blood still wet, cut the check and count them pies, dawg Motherfuck the Feds, dirty money we divide, dawg Blood still wet, cut the check and count them pies, dawg Freaky bitch with me, man - she'll probably lick my eyeballs [Hook] Inf beams - you know, guns with the lazers Couldn't afford a silencer, so we use a potato Inf beams - you know, guns with the lazers Couldn't afford a silencer, so we use a potato Inf beams - you know, guns with the lazers Couldn't afford a silencer, so we use a potato Inf beams - you know, guns with the lazers Couldn't afford a silencer, so we use a potato [Verse 2: Zombie Juice] Smoking GDP, mixed with some Chocolope Hash in the bowl, that super-duper stinky flow Juicy be the name, gettin' brain, that's a zombie fault Flatbush nigga, walking dead, that's a killer flow Smith & Wesson, catching wreck in your confession Want the safe, and the stash, and the ma'fucking weapons Too much Hen, now Juice is going in Off tops, fuck cops, we hot, you not, that's why they honoring I've only been around for a second, but I'm killing it No rest for the wicked, niggas stay lifted, high-class livin' Put the biscuit straight to your bitch lips She gone kiss it, I am pimping My .44's my bulldog - my dog shoots niggas' ears off My full mask and my AK - tear a nigga out his Chevrolet My terrier's my .22, just for the litle-ass bitch in you Two shots for my niggas on the block Said he feelin' myself, and I ain't gotta see 'em hot Outlaw, bumping 2Pac, outlaw, bumping 2Pac [Outro] I am the one to follow, I am the role model All my tips is hollow, all my clips extended All my whips is polished, all my teeth is gold All my bitches models All in all I'm all for the onslaught of all of y'all So all aboard everyone Awful that I must perform a Holocaust And offer off the souls of those to get a simple point across A cross cannot deport ya from the torture or this scorcher You will not refuse this offer Sign the dotted line with blood, you will not refuse this offer Sign the dotted line with blood, you will not refuse this offer
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