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• Artiste: Flatbush Zombies
• Titre: Minephuck
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[Verse 1: Juice] Gotta get this cheddar mane But fuck the fame Go deep in the game but sharks don't sink gotta focus on my cream (cream) And life is what you make it Don't count my money homie Riding round up with the lonely One for my niggas, two for the hoes Ain't no pussy like new pussy I'm trynna get them dro Funky bitches, they trynna burn you up like napalm Exploding, open my eyes then I'm ghosting Don't think, baby just don't think Take it all in, for Christ's sake Sour on the hour every hour after hour Power power to my sistahs and my niggas doing digits Soon we'll overpower Come together devour We shower the media Drug paraphernalia Craft is mathematical Shrooms stomach compatible Rational radical blastin' the masses, the powerful So don't blame we if you tryin' to do drugs So don't blame we if your shit's a fuckin' bust Muddy waters, black timbs I breach borders Servin' quarters, crooked cops federal orders Extortion, niggas get lost, paid the fortune I'm wicked as awesome, I'm really the source Them niggas is frauds I see it often How you a boss with a pink tie on? I know niggas that would eat you for your dub and your sneakers Bang bang, chopper hit, sing it like Aretha New school nigga with an old school flow Getting show money, flip that shit like a ho Getting drug money, probably get ya for your o's And life is hard, when you think about the ? Past situations got your heart feeling cold Better off dead, dead before dishonor Death ain't nothin' but a heart beat away Steez is gone, now let's pray That's forty-seven hundred niggas waitin' for the day