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    Flatbush Zombies – ​Dirty elevator music [2020]

    Künstler:
    Flatbush Zombies

    [Intro: Erick The Architect]
    You know what I mean?
    Like I told the nigga, I’m like, “Yo, you know my body, my nigga, ha
    I don’t know what you talkin’ ’bout
    But you know how I get down, baby
    Don’t be tryna talk crazy over here”

    [Chorus: Erick The Architect]
    I got the whole world on my hands now
    Attitude, fuck it, like I’m caught with my pants down
    You pussy, and I always been the dawg
    Most of the game are rookies, you know that we came to ball
    Sooner you bring it to me, the sooner we ship it off
    Hennessy and bad decisions, makin’ millions off a song
    With this bad lotto (Word), my motto, drive and swerve potholes
    Numbers don’t lie when on my side, capo

    [Verse 1: Meechy Darko]
    I got an energy problem, no, I got an enemy problem
    No, I got a Hennessy problem, paranoia’s gettin’ me probably
    Opposite of kamikaze, papi, your shit never dropping, stop it
    Tight body, nothing sloppy but her toppy, zombie gang, gang-gang
    Body rotten, Gucci sweats while casket shopping
    I’m possessed, the acid dropper, never lying
    Ho, I’m designed to rhyme, the grimy moves is what I’m inclined to do
    I’m sorry silly rhymer, your highness don’t need no kind of boost
    This is highly ignitable, riot inciting, frying my mind
    Body with chemicals, why try? It’s all in your mind
    Red-eye flights, I’m goin’ in raw, so let’s roll the dice
    [?] [1:06], take your life for likes, I’m trife, I’m quite nice
    Precise with knife, slice and dice
    Inhale, exhale, close one eye then snipe
    Beware, these here are the tales of the darkside
    Nobody gets out alive (Nobody)
    Ask why Satan cried when I was baptized
    All I got is my balls, my word, my pride, her head fire
    Ghost Rider, just Meech no help, no writer, no sire
    Pussyboy, eat fire, Flatbush, Eastsider

    [Chorus: Erick The Architect]
    I got the whole world on my hands now
    Attitude, fuck it, like I’m caught with my pants down
    You pussy, and I always been the dawg
    Most of the game are rookies, you know that we came to ball
    Sooner you bring it to me, the sooner we ship it off
    Hennessy and bad decisions, makin’ millions off a song
    With this bad lotto, my motto, drive and swerve potholes
    Numbers don’t lie when on my side, capo

    [Verse 2: Erick The Architect]
    Yeah
    Dirty as Jersey, no disrespect to Reggie the Noble
    Repeatedly hittin’ your whip until it’s been totaled
    Please, lady, no photos, I’m hardly sober
    My omens have only told me to focus on every quote
    And expose every single soul with the motives of takin’ over this globe
    Takin’ over the road, on the dough with my bros
    I’m bowling with pins of woes, more than convinced I’m old
    Wisdom infinite fold, my window is tinted, closed
    These niggas is gimmicks, so I hit ’em like Riddick Bowe
    I’m driven to pay the toll, you niggas is paper plush
    You fuckin’ with angel dust (Woo), we can’t be fucked with
    It’s nothin’ to niggas, no discussion, I crushed ’em
    Sweet as custard, apply the pressure, the messier, the dossier
    Closure when the Yankees play they closers (Uh-uh)
    Can’t you see me? 3D, Tesla memory
    Here’s the melody, eat your shit, human centipede

    [Chorus: Erick The Architect]
    I got the whole world on my hands now (Brrt)
    Attitude, fuck it, like I’m caught with my pants down (What?)
    You pussy, and I always been the dawg
    Most of the game are rookies, you know that we came to ball
    Sooner you bring it to me, the sooner we ship it off
    Hennessy and bad decisions, makin’ millions off a song
    With this bad lotto, my motto, drive and swerve potholes
    Numbers don’t lie when on my side, capo (Hahaha)

    [Outro: Meechy Darko]
    See I learned a new word today, nigga
    Triskaidekaphobia
    An extreme superstition regarding the number thirteen
    That’s why a nigga don’t be havin’ thirteenth floor on the—anyway
    Most project buildings don’t really get past thirteenth floor anyway, so it don’t really matter
    What’s poppin’, blood? You good, you good?
    You click the thirteenth floor for me?
    Ayo, thirteenth floor
    Alright, eleven floor


    Künstler:
    Flatbush Zombies


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