Flatbush Zombies - Lava lyrics

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Flatbush Zombies - Lava lyrics

I don’t give a f** bruh (I don’t give a f**) All my n***as dirty, see a n***a cutthroat It’s Like 2: 30, call the product kids up Get the utmost, up most I’m gettin’ head from the front do’ Front fo’ n***a right here at your front door Oh no, rhymes pa** ya like Rondo Switch the flow, can you hear me like some old phones Hustle anything getting money ’til the Feds roll Real sh** n***a, all I do is eat foes Slammin’ on n***as like Onyx from the free throw Flatbush born dead, n***a I’m a hero And oh yeah hoes, man I got like zero Tolerance for bullsh** or ego Took enough acid and I’m feeling like Neo n***as took my style, man I’m feeling kinda geeked though Swag champ, twist a n***a up like some [?] Peep though, progression at its finest Treat you so good cause you’re only what you’re lyin’ Your fire’s so quiet, they see through your mind and Your iris, your eyelids, your eyes can’t define it They hear when they want ya Fear what they told ya Reprogram yourself or I fear for your health Program inhibition, I’m willing to ride Few grams back-to-back let that sync in your mind Rhyme right, rhyme tight, should’ve been signed twice If this the outcome, I’m waiting on my next life Roll the dice, motherf**er get your sh** straight Been great, flipping weight call me Triple H, yeah Zombies we the sh** man ya Zombies we the Kliq man ya Palm trees like a birthday Ain’t nothing like the first day Ain’t nothing like the first day You could judge by the blunt by the terp taste Know a n***a on a run on my worst day See you stepping on my lawn leave the hearse way, yeah the hearse way Ain’t nothing like the first day You could judge by the blunt by the terp taste Know a n***a on a run on my worst day See you stepping on my lawn leave the hearse way, on the first day Back to take the game, got my ice on brr Back the f** up, I got the Juice in here You can’t compare, living like this can’t be real Only talking if you’re only ’bout them M’s this year All red looking like the prince is near And the b**h with me looking like the baddest here High as us, throw ’em off like a chandelier Back-to-back smoking like I can’t be here Yeah, back against the wall, me against the world Battle to be fought, trying to hit the floor Trying to hit the show, never let the [?] Hating on the boy, n***a been divorced Straight up out the morgue [?] God damn, load the clips in the dollar van Run up in the crib dog, feeling like bruh man Coachella overseas feeling like Summer Jam Master P all about it [?] Had to cut ’em off, see, feelin’ like they can’t define me Blowing in the wind on my RZA sh** you can’t find me Anyway the wind blows, Bohemian rap flows These new n***as just hoe, like Jay-Z I change clothes Terps taste like mango Dope-in-the-vein flow Coke-colored Kangol Your main b**h, she get low Out of site, out of mind n***as running out of time so they [?] Ain’t nothing like the first day You could judge by the blunt by the terp taste Know a n***a on a run on my worst day See you stepping on my lawn leave the hearse way, yeah the hearse way Ain’t nothing like the first day You could judge by the blunt by the terp taste Know a n***a on a run on my worst day See you stepping on my lawn leave the hearse way, on the first day

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