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Artiste : Flatbush Zombies
Titre : HELL-O
[Zombie Juice & Erick Arc Elliot]
Got a bad bitch and she blowing sticky
This gelato and I´m blowing 50
If you pull it on me, then you better kill me
Kamikaze, taking niggas with me

Know I´m scummy, know I´m skinny
Them big pockets counting plenty
Ain´t no money you could lend me
Bonnie, Clyde, Bobby, Whitney
From the first of first, you know I hold it down
Log it in, spread the word around
Wedding cake, terps like crystals now
I´m moving on, they say I´m different now
Call investigation, this a perp
Deem it certain, screaming red alert
Most you suckers gotta make it work
Just remember where you heard it first
Problematic shit get automatic
Fucking cowards, they don´t want no static
I´m from the towers, Flatbush full of power
Came up selling sour, making thousands
Came up selling sour, making thousands
Came up selling sour, making thousands

[Meechy Darko]
Fleezus Christ, don´t say my name in vain
Fire, brimstone, acid rain
Watch me turn the crowd into a Spartan scene
Mosh pit, then I´m Moses, part the sea
Acid, acid, acid, acid, yah
I think I´m back up on them drugs again
Acid, acid, acid, acid, yah
I think I´m back up on them drugs again

[Erick]
Yeah I see the 12
I don´t want to see the cell
You won´t see me in some nooses
Young and reckless, what the moon is
Fix yourself up nigga, what you doing?
Patrick Ewing

Keep these haters blocked, you hear the shots
I´m not just saying Pac catered to relatable and the shaded ones

[Meech]
Man fuck that (*mumbles*) that mumble rap
It´s that skully low rumble rap
I´ll do 50 years
If the police find what´s inside my duffle bag
Moma shoulda named me Trouble Man
Got shrooms, I ain´t talking truffles and
Got sheets, I ain´t talking slumbers and
Rat-tat-tat, slide up in your trap
Like Kramer, in through your window like Bruh Man
Now the pigs in my head like I´m Harley Quinn
Zombie Gang, check my accomplishments
It´s Meechy Dark, still not the father bitch

[Zombie Juice]
Keeping hundreds in the shoe box
Straight cash pop a few thots
Father niggas, Big Pop´
Chauncey Billups, I’m a big shot
Red alert, get your shit popped
Avianne for the big rocks
Flatbush Zombies got this shit locked
Mad Max in the gridlock