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  • Flatbush Zombies – Bounce (On MTV Wonderland) (Live)

    [Verse 1: Meechy Darko]
    YSL pants with the zippers, yikes
    Met her this evenin’ already hit it, twice
    Tag on your soul everybody got a price
    Acid, Acid change your life…
    ???
    I’m faded like ???
    She call Meechy over, I slide in that coochie
    Nosedive in that coochie
    My dick is big, it should be wearin’ a Coogie
    Imma need some friends
    Tied down, my lifestyle
    Even bleached the pants
    Next week Japan
    ???
    Flatbush, Brooklyn, from the County of Kings, ah
    Run up on me like I’m some hippie, nigga
    ???
    Ooh, damn, that punchline delivers
    Hold up wait a minute, moment of silence
    Hm, Fuck it
    Let’s get back to wylin’
    Blood on your Timbs, Shoot Shoot
    ???
    ???
    Ambidextrous, I shoot with two hands
    Even got blood on your friends
    I think I just flooded the Benz
    Damn it, baby, Meechy’s at it again
    M-M-Murder, murder, murder
    Capital M with two gats in my hand

    [Verse 2: Zombie Juice]
    Everyday a nigga wake up got to blaze a little chronic
    Thank the universe, I’m blessing, new day a new dollar
    Middle finger to my niggas and my bitches two times
    Representing for my niggas in the hood it’s no ceiling
    Sellin’, trappin’ like a villain, cold
    Should’ve made a killing, go
    Finger played with it, yo
    Nigga stay with it
    Hate a nigga, fade a ???
    Dum diddy dumb
    I, I, I, I, I high like the sun
    Fetch a frequency, this ain’t shit to me
    She said she got a friend, then let my nigga beat
    Meech, Roll em, Bust em, cannons, wooh
    Spliff long looking like a Manson
    I’m on acid feeling like the Gamptons
    She feeling freaky beat the pussy like a champion
    Young nigga but I’m still O.G
    Supreme team like 1993
    Triple 6 on my coffin, I dance with the devil
    Came back with a vengeance, Christ off the hinges
    I’m nice with this picket, twice as much vicious
    Psych-active, I’m on a mission
    Electric Kool-aide, Make your decision
    You want it, I get you
    These niggas ain’t right, they can’t write they own shit
    But they smile in your face, and they claim they the shit
    But to me a disgrace
    Trying to keep stuff in hand like you running a race
    Got an ounce to burn, got a trip to make
    Free my niggas lawd, made it right today
    Got an ounce to burn, got a trip to make

    [Verse 3: Erick Arc Elliott]
    Not a thug but niggas know how I keep mine
    Call her up or quick to throw up the peace sign
    Girl, that pussy let me hit it
    Girl, I got to get it
    Saying she got a feeling, she let a young nigga hit it
    Back and forth cause we smoke them seven grams
    Billboard shit I don’t expect you to understand
    My performance, dreams at 14
    Now I hear them calling ???
    Won’t slip away this is serious business
    Voided in mischief while spending these Benjamins
    Open the potential pussy to me
    Brought to you by the ungrateful police
    Conscious keep telling me, beautiful melody
    Will exhibit if I trip on the L.S.D
    Nah, ??? for money and dro
    Some people think I spend money, for sure
    Spend us your money
    Flip like a Rolex
    Components will kill my opponents
    I sit on my throne, it’s enormous
    Composed with the ???
    My karma is good, dog, and y’all need supportin’
    My bitch is so gorgeous, I cannot afford
    Juice spend time with her when chasin’ these whores
    Money, keep countin’
    She strip like ??? Mountains
    My passport is packed
    How I travel, astoundin’ (Yeah)
    Thug Waffle did that
    Now we comin’ back for the killer contract
    Pull up on your pampers
    Three man army

    Don’t talkin’ to me less you talkin’ bout a profit


  • Flatbush Zombies – Bounce (On Jimmy Kimmel) (Live) letras

    [Verse 1: Meechy Darko]
    YSL pants with the zippers, yikes
    Met her this evenin’ already hit it, twice
    Tag on your soul everybody got a price
    Acid, Acid change your life…
    ???
    I’m faded like ???
    She call Meechy over, I slide in that coochie
    Nosedive in that coochie
    My dick is big, it should be wearin’ a Coogie
    Imma need some friends
    Tied down, my lifestyle
    Even bleached the pants
    Next week Japan
    ???
    Flatbush, Brooklyn, from the County of Kings, ah
    Run up on me like I’m some hippie, nigga
    ???
    Ooh, damn, that punchline delivers
    Hold up wait a minute, moment of silence
    Hm, Fuck it
    Let’s get back to wylin’
    Blood on your Timbs, Shoot Shoot
    ???
    ???
    Ambidextrous, I shoot with two hands
    Even got blood on your friends
    I think I just flooded the Benz
    Damn it, baby, Meechy’s at it again
    M-M-Murder, murder, murder
    Capital M with two gats in my hand

    [Verse 2: Zombie Juice]
    Everyday a nigga wake up got to blaze a little chronic
    Thank the universe, I’m blessing, new day a new dollar
    Middle finger to my niggas and my bitches two times
    Representing for my niggas in the hood it’s no ceiling
    Sellin’, trappin’ like a villain, cold
    Should’ve made a killing, go
    Finger played with it, yo
    Nigga stay with it
    Hate a nigga, fade a ???
    Dum diddy dumb
    I, I, I, I, I high like the sun
    Fetch a frequency, this ain’t shit to me
    She said she got a friend, then let my nigga beat
    Meech, Roll em, Bust em, cannons, wooh
    Spliff long looking like a Manson
    I’m on acid feeling like the Gamptons
    She feeling freaky beat the pussy like a champion
    Young nigga but I’m still O.G
    Supreme team like 1993
    Triple 6 on my coffin, I dance with the devil
    Came back with a vengeance, Christ off the hinges
    I’m nice with this picket, twice as much vicious
    Psych-active, I’m on a mission
    Electric Kool-aide, Make your decision
    You want it, I get you
    These niggas ain’t right, they can’t write they own shit
    But they smile in your face, and they claim they the shit
    But to me a disgrace
    Trying to keep stuff in hand like you running a race
    Got an ounce to burn, got a trip to make
    Free my niggas lawd, made it right today
    Got an ounce to burn, got a trip to make

    [Verse 3: Erick Arc Elliott]
    Not a thug but niggas know how I keep mine
    Call her up or quick to throw up the peace sign
    Girl, that pussy let me hit it
    Girl, I got to get it
    Saying she got a feeling, she let a young nigga hit it
    Back and forth cause we smoke them seven grams
    Billboard shit I don’t expect you to understand
    My performance, dreams at 14
    Now I hear them calling ???
    Won’t slip away this is serious business
    Voided in mischief while spending these Benjamins
    Open the potential pussy to me
    Brought to you by the ungrateful police
    Conscious keep telling me, beautiful melody
    Will exhibit if I trip on the L.S.D
    Nah, ??? for money and dro
    Some people think I spend money, for sure
    Spend us your money
    Flip like a Rolex
    Components will kill my opponents
    I sit on my throne, it’s enormous
    Composed with the ???
    My karma is good, dog, and y’all need supportin’
    My bitch is so gorgeous, I cannot afford
    Juice spend time with her when chasin’ these whores
    Money, keep countin’
    She strip like ??? Mountains
    My passport is packed
    How I travel, astoundin’ (Yeah)
    Thug Waffle did that
    Now we comin’ back for the killer contract
    Pull up on your pampers
    Three man army

    Don’t talkin’ to me less you talkin’ bout a profit