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Flatbush ZOMBiES – AmeriKKKan Pie (Prod. By Erick Arc Elliott) 4:28
Flatbush ZOMBiES – Nephilim (Prod. By Erick Arc Elliott) 3:19
Flatbush ZOMBiES – Bliss (Prod. By Erick Arc Elliott) 3:23
Flatbush ZOMBiES – Minephuck (Prod. By Erick Arc Elliott) 1:57
Flatbush ZOMBiES – G Tearz (Prod. By Erick Arc Elliott) 4:17
Flatbush ZOMBiES – Death (Prod. By Erick Arc Elliott) 3:39
Flatbush ZOMBiES – Death 2 (Prod. By Erick Arc Elliott) 1:29
Flatbush ZOMBiES – Regular and Complex (GNB) (Prod. By Erick Arc Elliott) 4:54

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 your baby (ching ching)
Used to sip, sip 'til my homie died of that shit

[Verse 1: Meechy Darko]
YSL pants with the zippers, yikes
Met her this evenin' already hit it, twice
Tag on your soul everybody got a price
Acid, acid, change yo life
Bape if she hipster, Saint Laurent if she bougie
I'm faded like Boosie
She call me Meechy over, I slide in that coochie

[Verse 1: Meechy Darko]
It's that Brooklyn phenom
Psychedelic zeon, suspended in animation
While lookin down at you peons
Defying the laws of physics, while hitting gravity bongs
After she hit the spliff, her voice get raspier than (Debo's?)
If you don't like the way i live my life, why dont you take it
In all my past lives i've laughed in my killers faces

[Hook: Meech] (x2)
So much grams, unzip the bag
Dip in my hand
Then I palm trees
So when you throw shade, it could never harm me x2

[Verse 1: Meech]
Lions don’t lose sleep over the opinion of sheep

[Hook: Erick Arc Elliott & Zombie Juice]
Emotional when rolling dope I ask myself why am I sober?
I slow down my eyes are closing, motor functions moving slower
Emotional when rolling dope I ask myself why am I sober?
I slow down my eyes are closing, motor functions moving slower

[Verse 1: Erick Arc Elliot]
I just wanna roll my joint, I really can't take much more

[Verse 1: Juice]
I'm with a milf as juicy Diana Ross
Blowing kush, eyes lazy, you know the boss
I'm so zombie, bitch get off me
Addicted to the game in my lane I'm bossy
My soul blue, my blood red
This is real life, I'm all good
The greed, the money, the girls, the drugs

Annotate [Verse 1: Meech]
Gold mouth, street grammar
My big dick in these petite standards
No stash box so our hammers in hampers
Fuck the police, I can't goddamn stand 'em
Blunt after blunt, now my eyes satanic
You false like a Muslim eating a ham sandwich
While fucking a white chick in the ass now that’s ass backwards