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[hook: meech]
so much grams, unzip the bag
dip in my hand
then i palm trees
so when you throw shade
n-gg- never harm me
so much grams, unzip the bag
dip in my hand
then i palm trees
so when you throw shade
n-gg- never harm me

[verse 1: meech]
lions don’t lose sleep over the opinion of sheep
on the road to the riches
money sticking to my cleats
i am moi, magnifique
skinny… darky meech
n-gg-s with the most opinions, usually have the least
it’s funny how now rappers be on the druggy sh-t
downloaded my tape, sat back, study sh-t
acid pack a hundred hits, shrooms, caps and hash bricks
trippy like that destiny child sh-t, on 106
this white b-tch, had the f-cking nerves to call me a n-gg-
when she the one paying the surgeon
for her lips to get bigger, do you get the bigger picture
she’s intact with my n-gg-, you sneak dissing
taking jabs, get your boxing on
‘cus you ain’t get the word, i’m black leather in the octagon
this sh-t is straight absurd,
do not hate me ‘cus your life is sh-tty
i show no pitty you t-rd
you better off in the dirt, naw
you better off dead, like the t-tle of my…

[hook: meech]

[verse: zombie juice]
everyday, me and mary j
you might say i’m addicted
but me, i’m truly lifted
stoned so loud, you can hear me in the crowd
smoking girls out, sour by the ounce
mary never cheat me,
mary not a backstabbing b-tch
that don’t lie and deceive me
spread it even!
hash wax in the evening
dabble, die trying, on the road to zion
d-mn, they try and stick me for my paper
they tryn’na take me under
i’ve seen it through the vapors
jealous ones killed envy
got a couple real with me
and my b-tch, will talk some sh-t
and smoke the kill with me
meech will hide the body, enough of that tho’
they sayin’ talk is cheap
so i’ll be smiling when we meet
they screamin’ zombies, out in england
but i’m on the block with mary, pushing and dreaming
ah, ah ah ah, i’m feeling myself
dizzle, fo’ shizzle my nizzle spittin’ riddles on instrumentals
trippy life, brought it in the…
feel my appet-te (feel my appet-te?)

[hook: meech]

[verse 3: erick arc elliot]
could be your mans, or be your fan
or be your pen, pay your dues
man i gotta choose, whether i
lose or win this, for a friend
can’t determind the difference
the instace they see you peaking
they p-ssy leaking fluid
my n-gg-, what is you doing
all black in the back…
…as i’m making murderous music
we don’t rep the same things
nah, don’t bother confuse it
so much stressing on my brain
momma think i’mma lose it
human vagabond…
stole your panties in my carry on
why you hating n-gg-s acting…
honest bro, f-ck your publication ese
i’m a third wheel, aritecht blow your mind
set stress but won’t swell
uh yes, i smoke kill
i’m crack, you smoke grills
i pack, you dope deal
in fact, i’m so chill
i’m never of the…
six stinches to your image
not offended, when you call me genius…

[hook: meech]

- flatbush zombies

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