Flatbush Zombies - Drama lyrics

[Flatbush Zombies - Drama lyrics]

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Feel it like it's real evolved
I can sense a ménage à ma four, my repertoire
It's just really really my god
Air freshener in your car
We hot boxin' in yo whip
That means I'm just really gone
Highly medicated off this sticky brown in it
Cup full of Henny, Box full of wheaties
Switch you out them church clothes
Then you make a mess of me
Freak you on a Sunday
God knows that you're blessin' me
Back twisted
Act different I just have visions
Me and mac, bad bitches playin' badminton
Little jack grippin', past livin' large
At home with a big garage
Zombies is killin' shit
Send them my best regards
Pussy, Money, Weed, that's all a nigga need
Right my philosophy, never be a decoy
I'm feelin' good homie, Helen Keller shit
Heaven knows my name is smokin'
For the hell of it
All the fresh cuts, and you're slick too
Keep a girl feelin' stuck like a?
Be the first love, say what I want
But I'm sure?
If you like that, you're gonna love this
This homegrown real strong it's
That Kaya piff

I can't smoke it though
Yeah, you're high, so high
(smoke it up, light it, light it)
Yeah, you're high, so high
(smoke it up, light it, light it)

She just kicked her feet up
Let her hair down and roll up
I just see the smirk
Grab the bottle then I pour up
You know what, nah you don't know what
Only drugs in my system, barely losing focus
Smokin' on that loud shit, eyes Barry Manilow
Say you feelin' love sick
Well baby here's the antidote
Pull her hair, grab her throat
Do that shit with passion though
Fuck with the cameras on
In dramatic fashion yo
Smoke me what my blunt say
Fuck me what her cunt say
Nigga I don't want the daily
News unless I'm front page
I spit fire, I'm a Molotov monster
Versace shades, coogie on, lookin' like papa
It's a party bust that pussy open like pinata
Go deep tug sheets skeet then it's bye bye
Lookin' like an angel, might I sin
Lick lick lick you to your halo
Tongue power, scattered showers
Now you need a raincoat
And it's fuck them all
Cause I could never die faithful
Pussy stay tight, ass jello though
Pussy stay high, that's my hello ho
Some nigga like em shy, but I prefer the bold
Is it still a one night stand
If she's on all fours?
Let's go half on a baby
Pot of pink and a bit of blue
It's war in these sheets I'm
Bustin' and she bustin' too
If I was in the right mind I would die
Come back and wife you twice
Fuck her right mind bitch
The world is mine the life is strife
Dream the Americana devil's pie
The final slice
Dream the Americana devil's pie
The final slice don't fight it, light it
Don't fight it just, light it light it light

So gritty it's trilly
Smoke weed, rep my city
If you with it then hit it
Lil' mama is giddy give Obama the finger
Slide the clip through my nina
Man fuck ya'll niggas
I don't want your feature
Fettuccine with Jeanie
Either way get it easy no need to be greedy
Got weed by the tree, b it's leafy
And plain bitches give me heebie-jeebies
That's why I roll these planes
Keep us high up in the game
Presidential suite shake her ass in the frame
Shoot a bitch, POV you know my steelo
Juic you know my name ho
Pussy money weed I get pussy when I need
Count it up, bag it up
I get money when I sleep
Dead walker go harder than a lover
Nosebleed, we dream like three
Pairs of ho pairs
I'm Christ nice Lucifer wanna hold hands

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