Flatbush Zombies - Big Shrimp lyrics

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

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 ya baby
(ching ching) used to sip
Sip 'til my homie died of that shit
I'm really lit, lit
So I Cuban link my Cuban bitch
Blue nose pit, shit, no bitches on my wrist
Crazy talkin' dirty, pussy pu-pu-purrin'
When I hit, hit
I kept on my jewelry 'cause I
Still don't trust this bitch, bitch
Sold my soul and bought it back
For cheaper thats a flip, flip
Ole English, Hennessey, watch me mix, mix
(drink up bitch) roll Gelato in Fronto then
Dickmatize a bitch, bitch
Her legs don't work no more, had
Her crawlin' out the crib, crib
Acid in the fridge, shit, baby
Avianne be wildin'
My diamonds hit 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 shit, shit

All this gas I'm blowin'
All this loud I'm blowin'
All these bitches showin'
All these niggas bluffin'
This shit here fire, this shit a riot
I need that bitch with thighs
Her pussy 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

Said I do it better, them Margielas
Cost a grip, grip
Pants is Valentino
While kickin' with my mistress
I'm the type of nigga smoke
A spliff inside a moshpit
Purple drink and lean ain't the same
They say that shit is toxic
Kirkie made the beat, now you see
That 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 bitch, bitch
When you run your list, that's how
You get, get your shit, shit
I don't take the risk
I count my money on my roof and shit
Sweet and sours, scream and holler
Make you lose your tooth and shit
I know it's been a long
Time comin', we got hit's, hit's
Addiction by subtraction, 'bout that action
Not the risk, risk, bitch

Call me Chun-Li, peep how I kicks it
This sherm and gelato smell
Like the best bitch 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

All this gas I'm goin'
All this loud I'm blowin'
All these bitches showin'
All these niggas bluffin'
This shit here fire, this shit a riot
I need that bitch with thighs
Her pussy 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

Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah
Yeah, woah, woah, ohh yeah, yeah
Um, yeah yeah, yeah, woah, yeah, yeah, oh
Woah, woah