Текст песни Flatbush Zombies - Palm Trees

Palm Trees
Жанр: Rap
Исполнитель: Flatbush Zombies
Альбом: Palm Trees
Длительность: 04:21
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[Hook: Meech] (x2) So much grams, unzip the bag Dip in my hand Then I palm trees So when you throw shade, it could never harm me x2 [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, skin noir, Darky Meech Niggas with the most opinions, usually have the least It's funny how now rappers be on the druggy shit Downloaded my tape, sat back, studied shit Acid pack a hundred hits, shrooms, caps and hash bricks Trippy like that Destiny Child shit, on 106 This white bitch, had the fucking nerves to call me a nigga When she the one paying the surgeon for her lips to get bigger Do you get the bigger picture, shit is backwards my nigga You sneak dissing, taking jabs, get your boxing on Cause you ain't get the word, I'm Glock Lesnar in the octagon This shit is straight absurd Do not hate me cause your life is shitty I show no pity you turd, you better off in the dirt, naw Now you better off dead, like the title of my work (mumbling) [Hook: Meech] [Verse 2: Juice] Everyday, me and Mary Jane You might say I'm addicted but me, I'm truly lifted Stoned so loud, you can hear me in the crowd Smoking girl scout, sour by the ounce Mary never cheat me Mary not a backstabbing bitch that'll lie and deceive me Spread it even! (even) Hash wax in the evening Dab, or die trying, on the road to Zion Damn, they try and stick me for my paper They tryn'na take me under, I've seen it through the vapors Jealous ones still envy, got a couple real with me And my bitch, will talk some shit 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, I'm feeling myself Thizzle, fo' shizzle my nizzle spittin' riddles on instrumentals Trippy life, blotter in the night Fill my appetite (Fill my appetite?) [Hook: Meech] [Verse 3: Erick Arc Elliot] Could be your mans, or be your fan, or be your kin Pay your dues, Man I gotta choose, whether I lose or win this for a friend Can't determine the difference The instance they see you peaking, they pussy be leaking fluid My nigga, what is you doing, all black in the back of a Buick I'm proving I'm sadistic and sinning 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, hoes that stow they panties in my carry on Why you hating niggas acting nonchalant Honest bruh, fuck your publication that say I'm a third wheel Aritecht blow your mind, set stress but won't swell Oh yes, I smoke kill, I'm crack, you smoke krills I pack, you dope deal, in fact, I'm so chill I'm never off the pivot, six stitches to your image Not offended, when you call me genius All that means is… [Hook: Meech]
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