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flatbush zombies - big shrimp lyrics

[intro: meechy darko]
on my side and i’m walkin’ with a limp, limp
lotta red wine and some big shrimp
uh, with a limp, limp
yeah, uh, yeah
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[verse 1: meechy darko]
pistol on my side and i’m walkin’ with a limp, limp
i just had a lotta red wine and some big shrimp
let me use my credit card on your baby (ching ching)
used to sip, sip ’til my homie died of that sh-t
i’m really lit, lit, so i cuban link my cuban b-tch
blue nose pit, sh-t, no b-tches on my wrist
crazy talkin’ dirty, p-ssy pu-pu-purrin’ when i hit, hit
i kept on my jewelry ’cause i still don’t trust this b-tch, b-tch
sold my soul and bought it back for cheaper thats a flip, flip
ole english, hennessey, watch me mix, mix (drink up b-tch)
roll gelato in pr-nto then d-ckmatize a b-tch, b-tch
her legs don’t work no more, had to crawl up out the crib, crib
acid in the fridge, sh-t, baby, avianne be wildin’
my diamonds h-t like {-censored-}, stay fly-y-y-y-y-y
that triple 6-6-6, figures, big chips
i’m always like martin, and keep talkin’ darling, you the sh-t, sh-t
â
[chorus: zombie juice]
all this gas i’m blowin’, all this loud i’m blowin’
all these b-tches showin’, all these n-gg-s bluffin’
this sh-t here fire, this sh-t a riot
i need that b-tch with thighs, her p-ssy sweet as pie
you callin’ my dawg a liar, i’m back to back like aubrey
your girl, she like the molly, this ‘cid, this ain’t no molly
noooo, this ‘cid, this ain’t no molly
nooo-whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah
â
[verse 2: erick arc elliot]
said i do it better, them margielas, cost a grip, grip
pants is valentino, while kickin’ with my mistress
i’m the type of n-gg- smoke a spliff inside a moshpit
purple drink and lean ain’t the same, they say that sh-t is toxic
kirkie made the beat, now you see, that’s a plot twist
hoppin’ plane to plane, forgot to set my watch to tick, tick
i don’t have them diamonds but i’m shinin’ in this b-tch, b-tch
when you run your list, that’s how you get, get your sh-t, sh-t
i don’t take the risk, i count my money on my roof and sh-t
sweet and sours, scream and holler, make you lose your tooth and sh-t
i know it’s been a long time comin’, we got hits, hits
addiction by subtraction, ’bout that action, not the risk, risk, b-tch
â
[verse 3: zombie juice]
call me chun-li, peep how i kicks it
this sherm and gelato smell like the best b-tch
really ahead of my time, thank god i ain’t reach my prime
open your mind, owning the day, one day at a time
run it up, double up, flippin’ what? don’t stop now
count it up, slab of what? get the bucks, don’t stop now
this we smoke, no coffin, got a leather vest with steve austin
i move the base like a forklift, it’s a zombie thing, we some bosses
â
[chorus: zombie juice]
all this gas i’m goin’, all this loud i’m blowin’
all these b-tches showin’, all these n-gg-s bluffin’
this sh-t here fire, this sh-t a riot
i need that b-tch with thighs, her p-ssy sweet as pie
you callin’ my dawg a liar, i’m back to back like aubrey
your girl, she like to party, this ‘cid, this ain’t no molly
noooo, this ‘cid, this ain’t no molly
nooo-whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah
â
[outro]
yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah
yeah, woah, woah, ohh
yeah, yeah
um, yeah
yeah, yeah, woah, yeah, yeah, oh
woah, woah
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