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Pitchfork's Selector Lyrics - Artist : Flatbush Zombies
[Meech:]
Huh huh What's the word He go first I go second he third What's the word What's the word Zombie gang in this bitch you heard He go first I go second he go third What's the word what's the word... [Juice:] Overload I'm over bump Time to get this paper huh Fetti mozzarelli, Modern day fonzerelli Or DMX in belly I'm still smooth though Rick rude ho never played the food row Psychedelic renegade higher than the other day Free your mind or get trapped in yesterday Eyes low huh so tell me what you wanna do OG puffer but nigga I will not lose I tok a lot I smoke a lot Where is the flacka Word up to big poppa You craig mack floppas I smoke him like a rasta New york diesel Get proper I'm cliche but this is my forte We stay strapped and I'm packing like green bay I'm a giant, Andre, rap goliath I'm a monster no kanye required [Meech:] Ready to die, I'm track 17 I'm suicidal Ran out of dutches so we used paper out the bible Smoking exotic piff with an exotic bitch Eyes low chronic spliff Pussy wet Watch it drip The high life I'm living It ain't sinning if you winning Everyday it's sour blunts Scaliness women true talk I spit the art Hunting money is my favorite sport I walk the walk and pussy is something I never bought I need a bad bitch with Really good features Cause we too high up you never ever reach us Nose bleed sex I fuck her in the bleachers I know you like them chink Eyes thick thighs Shirley Temple weave hair look like curly fries Who needs a gimmick, I got real nigga features Who needs a diamond ring when there's crystals on the reefer Bitch! [Eric Arc Elliot:] The little leech Bleeding all in the sheets Mission complete hit it once in a week I'm so deep Creep on it nigga Sleep on it, I unleash carnage Told the weed to varnish My lungs at 21, still a buster Caramel or custard Creme brulee complexion Your the best I have ever seen you where everything My jealously was embarrassing That was 23 24 is another war I am sore from Awesome Store fronts Sacks always law sarong Pardon all my boredom Come and lace my Jordan's Sure hun We can take you enjoyed sun Never seen it coming but She is blowing on my johnson Larks come Hash and weed inside the mixing jar Hit my repenter Sour diesel Out your bra Hit me with the text for the sex When I leave alone and I replie back All good just a week ago [Juice:] Meechy, Juciey we Trippe fuck a piss test What u know about that Hash or [?] Mix it up Got my brain on stuck I'm tripping up If you don't know Want more LSD on the drums Speak in tongues Got a freak in um What you know about this Can flipping be the shit 500 Degrees in here Say burning the weed in here Fuck Mc's We high timing You little league smoking bush weed No comparing Noting the same Compare to the shit in my veins Or the shit I obtain Smoking that thing [?] Look at the time Until we get the vine |
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