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letra de zombie flow - tye beats & l.o.e. shimmy

[intro: l.o.e. shimmy]
(d-mn, tye, you made this b-tch too? the f-ck got into you?)
uh, i’m takin’ it back to the basics and sh-t, man (ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy)
i’m havin’ fun with this sh-t
i’m havin’ my way and sh-t, you know
ayy, ayy-ayy

[chorus: l.o.e. shimmy]
pop perkie tens, rock carti’ lens, this sh-t f-ckin’ with my vision (this sh-t f-ckin’ with my vision)
i ain’t the one to mention, stuck and spin ’em, pistol with no tension (i stay and spin ’em, b-tch)
my wrist water, drippin’, risnin’ (diamonds water, drippin’)
play with ‘bows, we up on missions
trap house ain’t no visit, you want inside, then go ‘head pay that ticket (go ‘head pay that tithe)
i done made a plaque and now i’m cotton pickin’ (now)
i keep movin’ slow from all this wock’ i’m sippin’ (yeah, go)
b-tch, my time is not you, you see that clock is tickin’ (yeah, see that clock is tickin’)
see that carti’ two-tone, why you think it’s hittin’? (yeah)
n-gga play with gang, then how he end up missin’?
n-gga, uh (yeah)
i ain’t need to rap for me to see my first six figures, uh (yeah)

[verse 1: l.o.e. shimmy]
trappin’, duckin’ the feds
i done popped too much percs, now my eyes in the back of my head (now my eyes in the back of my head)
i ain’t like when he said he got hit with that switch (frrt), not the n-gga better call him a medic (call him a medic)
count up all in blues, i ain’t swipin’ no debit
they tried send a blitz, but i read it (tried send a blitz, but i read it)
uh, cartier buss, but i still need a patek (oh)
amg white, but i still need a mattock (uh, vroom)
switch can go, “frrt” ’cause that b-tch automatic (frrt, frrt)
[bridge: l.o.e. shimmy]
’cause that b-tch automatic, lil’ n-gga (uh)
mm, i can, i can, i can (ayy)
i got, i got, i got, i got twenty flavors
boy, b-tch, i can go all day, on god
sippin’ wocky like a (yeah, uh)
i keep trappin’ ‘bows, mm, mm (oh, oh, oh, oh)
come on (you n-ggas in my seat)

[verse 2: l.o.e. shimmy]
uh, trappin’ ‘bows, it got me livin’ lavish
i can’ stop, i got a habit (i got a habit)
uh, sippin’ wocky and poppin’ perkies tablets, i can’t stop ’cause it’s a habit
uh, amg is automatic and my traphouse jump just like a rabbit (vroom)
uh, are you really sure you want some static? every opp i had, i bagged ’em (ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy)

[chorus: l.o.e. shimmy]
pop perkie tens, rock carti’ lens, this sh-t f-ckin’ with my vision (f-ckin’ with my vision)
i ain’t the one to mention (spin, spin), stuck and spin ’em, pistol with no tension (i stay and spin ’em)
my wrist water, drippin’, risnin’ (rinsin’ water)
play with ‘bows, we up on missions (yeah)
trap house ain’t no visit, you want inside, then go ‘head pay that ticket (go, wait, uh)
i done made a plaque and now i’m cotton pickin’ (now)
i keep movin’ slow from all this wock’ i’m sippin’ (yeah, yeah)
b-tch, my time is not you, you see that clock is tickin’ (you see that clock is tickin’)
see that carti’ two-tone, why you think it’s hittin’?
n-gga play with gang, then how he end up missin’?
n-gga, uh (n-gga missin’, yeah, he gone)
i ain’t need to rap for me to see my first six figures, uh (on god)

- tye beats l o e shimmy

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