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zombie juice - dr. miami lyrics

[intro]
traphouse mob
luca on the track

[verse 1: zombie juice]
junction size, sixteen fifty+five, you know the vibe
they said i wouldn’t make it, well, i guess they lied
i might smoke your top five right on sight
that’s old rappers, new rappers alike, i
already got knocked for his ice, i guess
he ain’t really ’bout what he write
i walk in, they say i’m a legend
i flash like a ratchet, this sh+t gettin’ s+xy
yeah, i’m with a baddie and she tryna eat me
yeah, she call me daddy, i put her to sleep
that’s the freak of the least, and back it [?]
i’m off the acid like three times this week
mind on my money, that’s gang over b+tches
and hustler’s ambition, [?] in kitchen
she off in the bush, a long way from them benz’
carti+cartier vintage, botega, exquisite
grab on her ass, so she know that i meant it
might pour me an eighth, rest in peace to my n+gga a$ap
big smoke, big glow, big juice, big dough
big dough, hoppin’ out the “skrrt”, on the net for
same ones day one, b+tch, ten toes
see a jack in the way, i aim low
[chorus: zombie juice]
[?], i ain’t gettin’ no sleep
so high, probably catch a nosebleed
you ain’t from here, don’t come here
’cause you might get leaked, [?] double cup
got the chopper on the scene like
how you gon’ rat on the team like
how you switch side but you g+y like
these rappers ain’t bout what they sayin’ “na+na, na+na”
no, i don’t miss you, but i need to nut
she went to dr. miami, she up
[?]
like, what?
no, i don’t miss you, but i need to nut
she went to dr. miami, she up
[?]

[verse 2: meechy darko]
vest with the gloves, mask with the hoodie
die for respect, back on my bully
ferraris and lambos, the baddies with goodies
don’t pay me in love, b+tch, pay me in p+ssy
don’t pay me in love, b+tch, pay me in p+ssy (pay me)
don’t pay me in love
blunted than a b+tch, k in the vest
send me the addy, i’m makin’ a mess
she soakin’ the mattress and makin’ it wet
i+c 3+0, fresh up the jet
it’s no fun if she don’t cum
she can take it, she don’t run
she just got her body done
that new ass a lot of fun
apple bottom, georgia peach
can’t predict the future, but i know her juice is worth the squeeze
i was tryna s+x your body way before the surgeries
way before the fat transfers, i was tryna bend you backwards
madness, traffic
my head in my lap, i’m runnin’ the lights (vroom)
i make a call, you’ll be dead by tonight (boom, dead)
i make a call, tell her “be there by nine”
what she gon’ do? be there by nine
i dogged that b+tch, tell her “show me a trick”
made the d+ck disappear with her brand new lips
you spit, you save few sips, sn+tch waist, huge hips
lotta things changed but
that p+ssy got the same grip, that same grip
[chorus: zombie juice]
[?], i ain’t gettin’ no sleep
so high, probably catch a nosebleed
you ain’t from here, don’t come here
’cause you might get leaked, [?] double cup
got the chopper on the scene like
how you gon’ rat on the team like
how you switch side but you g+y like
these rappers ain’t ‘bout what they sayin’ “na+na, na+na”
no, i don’t miss you, but i need to nut
she went to dr. miami, she up
[?]
like, what?
no, i don’t miss you, but i need to nut
she went to dr. miami, she up
[?]

- zombie juice lyrics

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