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letra de laker paper - flatbush zombies

[verse 1: juice]
good morning, wake and bake
dank weed, them b-tches know i stink
meechy, light up the weed, dog (where’s my lighter?)
white girl, call it kate moss
they say i’m borderline schizo, dysfunctional
insane in the brain, smoke a lot just to maintain
the n-ggas feel my pain, them them b-tches know it too
poverty stricken, what’s a n-gga ‘posed to do?
hustler on a mission, juicy to these hoes
also know as trap hov, trap jesus, please believe us smack deceivers
p-ssy leave it, leave it smoking like my nina
boss life n-gga, not that ross life n-gga
paid the cost to be the boss, paid the cost you getting tossed
light that blunt i’m getting off, put them t-tties in my mouth!
a cups, b’s or c’s
i don’t f-cking please, please proceed to please

[hook]
purple in the blunt swisha be the paper
mouth full of gold, i’m feeling like a laker
purple in the blunt swisha be the paper
mouth full of gold, i’m feeling like a laker
purple in the blunt swisha be the paper
mouth full of gold, i’m feeling like a laker
purple in the blunt swisha be the paper
mouth full of gold, i’m feeling like a laker

[verse 2: meech]
okay you young, full of c-m, let me see id
see, we smoke ’til we brain dead, need three iv’s
but f-ck a pulse, just my soul and this weed i need
some green hashish, i’m smoking ’til my three eyes bleed
o after o, zombie sh-t, smoke ’til we comatose
bong rips ’til my soul lift and catch the holy ghost
elevated n-gga, higher living is my life dear
gold fangs i’m floating i’m like dracula in nike airs
whipping the sour d’s resin off my denim
i’m mentally ahead of thee got remedy for the venom
let’s live in l-st not love what i tell ’em
the sl!ck talk and weed smoke f-ck up they cerebellum
cause i’m a pimp, when i drink so i limp, when i walk i drag my feet
but when i smoke, i just soar, defyin’ the laws of gravity
only light two at a time, stoners with a strategy
only light two at a time, stoners with a strategy

[outro: meech & juice]
i p-ss juicy a pound and he weigh that like a libra
sky high, we up, that’s why they can’t see us
smoking till i’m zombie, my eyes slant, i’m chinese
half a key of blow, lil n-ggas ain’t in my league
(smokin all day, feet up counting money)
(smokin all day, feet up counting money)
with so much in this world to learn and so much money to be earned
i know you heard the world is mine, well m-th-f-cka wait your turn

- flatbush zombies

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