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church st. - zombieland كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: church st]
midtown stuntin’, me and my boricua
she don’t got hips, that’s a pocket full of reefer, nigga
full-time student so i hardly ever see her
‘less we matching in my honda, or we matching in her beamer (ooh)
rich girl, get me a richgang feature (yep)
boyfriend, girlfriend, she’ll bang either (yep)
she likes jay-z but she still plays “ether”
so i can’t trust her but we still ain’t beefin’, no
she stay fresh with no sequins on
no muffintop, you would think she’s puerto rican
and she loco with them carnitas
it takes me back to san diego drinking jarritos
with nasty nate and all his people

[hook:]
it was me and all my zombies, just me and all my-
it was me and all my-
just me and all my zombies. it was me and all my-
just me and my-

[verse 2: church st]
buckhead shoppin’, just me and your dad
he don’t got a budget, ima lease me a pad
i smoke ’til it hurts and i drink ’til i’m sad
i be worried ’bout the things in my past
like i wonder why things never last, how i got everybody thinking i’m bad
but ain’t nobody put a ring on my hand (nope)
all they do is leave in the end (so)
i cry in miami for a week with my feet in the saaaand (oh)
then i gotta leave for japan
drunk in shibuya with a freak, a couple gs in my hand
stuck in a mean -ss stance, cause i don’t where i am
and it ain’t no weeeeed in japan (like what the fuck!)

[hook:]
it was me and all my zombies, just me and all my-
it was me and all my-
just me and all my zombies. it was me and all my-
just me and my-

[verse 3: church st]
eastside chillin’, me and my producer
just picking up the pack in a pt cruiser
the cops don’t pursue us (nope)
talk go through us (yup)
cause alllllll of y’all wanna do us
i’m rocking all my new stuff, aviator nation and medusa
i was only used to bathing ape and onitsuka. crazy 88s, i’m running thru ’em like i’m uma
my congregation strapped with bazookas
dedicated troopers, with a burberry belt to hold the tool up
so alllllll of y’all can get that crewcut
just a bunch of loose nuts, their screws either missing or they screwed up
counting old money on my new rug
k after k after k (after k after k) like the ku klux
i don’t do much, just drugs with my junebugs (yep)
just me and all my zombies
(it was me and all my-)

- church st

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