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Don't Do Drugs Kids Lyrics - Artist : Flatbush Zombies
Acid, acid
Tab, tab Roll it, smoke it Take a drag, drag Ain't no heart in the music, it's all device In the lab cooking work like Walter White My general salute, I got a gram or two And have a nigga head spinning like a poltergeist Probably never gonna change, nigga, fuck fame This is real cocaine, nigga, nigga, numb to the gums Numb, numb till you spit Nothing I ever do is whack, so in fact, I am that sick Nigga, hit it once then he pass it Casket, casket, I am often drastic Undead to the dead, two horns in my head Levitating when my eyes become red, dog Nectar for the holy protector, wrecked them Yes, I carry along weapon, just in case Machine gun them, we clear the place True jan love, ganja we blaze Don't do drugs, kids, give them to I It's amazing how acid could open your eyes My face look sour 'cause I'm smoking it, guy I'm so damn high, can't open my eyes Don't do drugs, kids, give them to I It's amazing how acid could open your eyes My face look sour 'cause I'm smoking it, guy I'm so damn high, can't open my eyes You the best, nuh-uh, I'm the best, bro bro Shotgun, pump pump, leave you leaking, slump slump Now you all fucked up, don't compare us to nobody, nigga, they're not us Had to die for you' fuck the music in my crutch OG I puff, gold teeth, not much if not at all Told her I don't give a fuck unless the money's involved Or drugs involved, or fucks involved Baby, a dollar and a dream'll make your money evolve Like watered down packs, you're not that raw These Bolivian bars that I'm stepped on Hear' Nigga, you slipping if you ain't near that wet bong Supreme seams, Zombie logo Or I'm wearing Polo, eye bleed hit trees meet sonny bono Between these seas and I row, row, row, row Radiant girl can't see my aura I'm Meechy, I needs me a Rita Ora Lock your daughters, I'm coming for her I knock that bitch up and I not support her, I'm joking, sorta You know my future's bright and I'm kinda important I don't need the karma, drama, baby momma Let's hear bout' I let you spray the llama When doubt I got problems, I spit that fool and drown in a coffin The world's on my back and it's quite exhausting But I'm a keep it squeezing it for all this fortune, I'm off this |
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