[Verse 1: Zombie Juice]
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I spit that sun shower shit
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Wake up roll up take a bong rip, hold up
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No stress no sticks no stems no seeds
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Blow up more sluts, d-dank weed
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It's Friday and these are the daily habits
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Stroke a slut, grope her butt throw away the magnums
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Crack a cup, coconut I'm just lampin'
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Chillin' in the cut, dodge magnum
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Troubles in your life, zombies be the answer
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Smokin' all day probably got throat cancer
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[Verse 2: Erick Arc Elliot]
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Ridin' early in the morning lickin' in my guts
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The homie on the phone and my niggas say wassup
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Roll up on the ave, lokes on black
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Shawty ain't smokin' then she catchin' contact
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Finger wave style, low profile
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Take her titty on out we fixin' to go out
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Ashes and dutch guts keep it on the hush hush
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You don't trust us, pass and I puff puff
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[Bridge: Zombie Juice]
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I know life is hard but focus on the paper
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Focus on the top sky scraper
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[Verse 3: Erick Arc Elliot]
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Motivate minds, money's over here so yeah
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I motivate mines
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Played up on the sideline, I gotta take time
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The stem up to the vine, they want the boy juice they don't wanna hear me whine
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Cash up in my prime packin' laughter in my rhymes
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Smokin' chokin' rolled eleven times
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And you got me on the ropes
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Stop light weed turn green like the hulk
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And I breathe when I smoke
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[Verse 4: Zombie Juice]
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Weed smoke lethal, Juice go hard, Erick Arc how we do
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And meech be the beast too, you rap fools sea food
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Life after death every minutes on the hour
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It's a war goin' on everybody want the power
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Money be the mission, dope by the kitchen
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Purp by the pound, this rap game different
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Leave the beat wet like memphis in his prime
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Doped the fuck out three xans four lines
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5'9'' six dimes seven elevens that's eighteen
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Half a key serve it by the OZ, haha
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Friday
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Flatbush Zombies |