Flatbush Zombies - Minephuck lyrics
[Flatbush Zombies - Minephuck lyrics]
Gotta get this cheddar mane
But fuck the fame
Go deep in the game but sharks don't
Sink gotta focus on my cream (cream)
And life is what you make it
Don't count my money homie
Riding round up with the lonely
One for my niggas, two for the hoes
Ain't no pussy like new pussy
I'm trynna get them drawers funky bitches
They trynna burn you up like napalm
Exploding, open my eyes then I'm ghosting
Don't think, baby just don't think
Take it all in, for Christ's sake
Sour on the hour every hour after hour
Power power to my sistahs and
My niggas doing digit's
Soon we'll overpower, come together devour
We shower the media, drug paraphernalia
Craft is mathematical
Shrooms stomach compatible
Rational radical blastin' the masses
The powerful
So don't blame we if you tryin' to do drugs
So don't blame we if your
Shit's a fuckin' dud
Muddy waters, black timbs I breach borders
Servin' quarters, crooked cops federal orders
Extortion, niggas get lost, paid the fortune
I'm wicked as awesome, I'm really the source
Them niggas is frauds I see it often
How you a boss with a pink tie on?
I know niggas that would eat you
For your dub and your sneakers
Bang bang, chopper hit, sing it like Aretha
New school nigga with an old school flow
Getting show money, flip that shit like a ho
Getting drug money
Probably get ya for your o's
And life is hard
When you think about the old
Past situations got your heart feeling cold
Better off dead, death before dishonor
Death ain't nothin' but a heart beat away
Steez is gone, now let's pray
That's forty-seven hundred niggas waitin'
For the day
But fuck the fame
Go deep in the game but sharks don't
Sink gotta focus on my cream (cream)
And life is what you make it
Don't count my money homie
Riding round up with the lonely
One for my niggas, two for the hoes
Ain't no pussy like new pussy
I'm trynna get them drawers funky bitches
They trynna burn you up like napalm
Exploding, open my eyes then I'm ghosting
Don't think, baby just don't think
Take it all in, for Christ's sake
Sour on the hour every hour after hour
Power power to my sistahs and
My niggas doing digit's
Soon we'll overpower, come together devour
We shower the media, drug paraphernalia
Craft is mathematical
Shrooms stomach compatible
Rational radical blastin' the masses
The powerful
So don't blame we if you tryin' to do drugs
So don't blame we if your
Shit's a fuckin' dud
Muddy waters, black timbs I breach borders
Servin' quarters, crooked cops federal orders
Extortion, niggas get lost, paid the fortune
I'm wicked as awesome, I'm really the source
Them niggas is frauds I see it often
How you a boss with a pink tie on?
I know niggas that would eat you
For your dub and your sneakers
Bang bang, chopper hit, sing it like Aretha
New school nigga with an old school flow
Getting show money, flip that shit like a ho
Getting drug money
Probably get ya for your o's
And life is hard
When you think about the old
Past situations got your heart feeling cold
Better off dead, death before dishonor
Death ain't nothin' but a heart beat away
Steez is gone, now let's pray
That's forty-seven hundred niggas waitin'
For the day