Flatbush Zombies – ​​dirty elevator music Lyrics

Flatbush Zombies dirty elevator music Lyrics

I got the world in my hands now
Attitude f— it like I’m caught with my pants down
You p—-, and I always been a dog
Most of the game are rookies, you know that we came to ball
The sooner you bring it to me, the sooner we ship it off
Hennessy and bad decisions, making millions off us all
With this bad lotto, my motto, drive and swerve pot hole
Numbers don’t lie, when on my side capo

I got an energy problem, no I got an enemy problem
No I got a hennessy problem, paranoia’s gettin’ me probably
Opposite of kamikaze, papi your s— never droppin’, stop it
Tight body, nothing sloppy but her toppy, zombie gang, gang gang
Body rotten
Gucci sweats while casket shopping
I’m possessed, the acid dropper
Never lying Boo’
I’m designed to rhyme, the grimy moves is what I’m inclined to do
I’m sorry silly rhymers your highness, don’t need no kind of boost
This is highly ignitable, riot indicting
Frying my mind, body with chemicals, Why Try?
It’s all in your mind, red eye flights, I’m going in raw
Lets roll the dice roll the dice
Kill you on cam and
Take your life for likes, I’m trife, I’m quite nice, precise with knife slice and dice
Inhale, exhale, close one eye, then snipe
Beware, this here is the tales of the dark side
Nobody gets out of alive
Ask why, Satan cried when I got baptized
All I got is my balls, my word, my pride
Her head fire
Ghost Rider, just Meech no help, no writer no sire
P—- boy eat fire, Flatbush, east sider

I got the world in my hands now
Attitude f— it like I’m caught with my pants down
You p—-, and I always been a dog
Most of the game are rookies, you know that we came to ball
The sooner you bring it to me, the sooner we ship it off
Hennessy and bad decisions, making millions off us all
With this bad lotto, my motto, drive and swerve pot hole
Numbers don’t lie, when on my side capo

Yeah, dirty as Jersey, no disrespect to Reggie the noble
Repeatedly hitting your whip, until it’s been totaled
Please lady no photos, I’m hardly sober
My omens have only told me to focus on every quote
And expose every single soul with the motives of taking over the globe
Taking over the road, on the dough with my bros
I’m bowling with pins of woes, more than convinced I’m old
Wisdom infinite fold, my window is tinted closed
These n—– is gimmicks, so I hit em’ like Ridd!ck Bowe
I’m driven to pay the toll, you n—– is paper plush, you f—–’ with angel dust (woo)
We can’t be f—– with, it’s nothing, to n—– no discussion, I crush them
Sweet as custard, apply the pressure, the messier the dossier
Closer where the the Yankees play their closers
Can’t you see me, 3D, that’s Tesla memory
Here’s the melody, eat your s—, human centipede

I got the world in my hands now
Attitude f— it like I’m caught with my pants down
You p—-, and I always been a dog
Most of the game are rookies, you know that we came to ball
The sooner you bring it to me, the sooner we ship it off
Hennessy and bad decisions, making millions off us all
With this bad lotto, my motto, drive and swerve pot hole
Numbers don’t lie, when on my side capo