[Hook: Zombie Juice] (2x)
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Got some weed, roll it up
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Got some danks, roll it up
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Got some drank, pour it up
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LSD you know what's up
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High as hell, don't give a fuck (3x)
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No coming down I'm going up
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[Verse 1: Zombie Juice]
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In the middle of your town with a pack of that stuff
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Ain't from your town but I'm chopping it up
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Just one phone call finna get you niggas stuck
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Her pussy so good make a nigga want to floss it
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You in the same lane, bitch I'm swerving getting nauseous
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Niggas trying to shoot, but they bounce right off me
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Flatbush junction my hood you can't fuck with
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Fresh off the boat like this bomb ass ye
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My team finna blow, shout out to the game
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Badman, ain't got no words
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I ain't trying to flex but if you say my name again
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And you saw mothafucker I be praying for my enemies
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Grab a bottle henny smoke a 50 simple chemistry
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Down for the cause bitch I'm riding till the end of me
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Down goes the ball, head off no feeling it.
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[Hook: Zombie Juice]
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[Verse 2: Zombie Juice]
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I'm in love with the mic, engulfed in the life
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All these wack ass rappers spitting all for the ice
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Money can't buy swag
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Funny nigga you a dummy
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Money can drop fast
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If you can't count sunny aw shit with the sleekness
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27 cause woke up the next day made 20 grand more
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Fucking with the zombies like Tyson to a jaw
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I'm a high mothafucker come and box with the law
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Thugnificense
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Flatbush Zombies |