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  • Flatbush Zombies – Trade-Off (On Jimmy Kimmel) (Live) letras

    [Hook 1: Erick Arc Elliot]
    It’s that work hard, play hard
    Make you quit that day job
    I smoked so much this year we couldn’t even take a day off
    I plan to take a trip
    Want the money how it’s spent
    I just re-up
    Plus I just payed my phone and the rent

    [Verse 1: Erick Arc Elliot]
    Hey, it’s lit
    Call my partners up, we going up, you slowing up
    I never judge, we do indulge
    In truth I never touch this stuff
    One puff of that fluffy stuff, shit hit me like a sucker punch
    Side effects include mass paranoia plus the cotton mouth
    Down another bottle with my niggas
    Before this was a movie we pictured us living bitter
    And I forgive ’em, whatever, whatever
    Telling me different
    Nothing is given without sacrifices
    Something is close to niggas to chill with
    Pray for the children
    The government spiking penicillin
    And lord willin’
    We all live to be 20 million
    Outcome infinite dawg, where is the ceiling?
    Cause five years ago we came to be without disappearing
    [Hook 1: Erick Arc Elliott]
    It’s that work hard, play hard
    Make you quit that day job
    I smoked so much this year we couldn’t even take a day off
    I plan to take a trip
    Want the money how it’s spent
    I just re-up
    Plus I just payed my phone and the rent

    [Hook 2: Zombie Juice]
    It’s that work hard, play hard
    I just got a blow job
    Smoke so much this year we couldn’t even take a day off
    Twenty something years, I never had a fucking day job
    Never ask for truth, it’s what expected, it’s a trade-off

    [Verse 2: Zombie Juice]
    Real nigga shit, getting money bound to flip
    Now turned on like I’m the shit
    Bitch I told you how it gets
    It’s that mix, ain’t rap long
    Rap, puffing an hour
    I’m in a all black top, strapped like [?]
    So I can go top speed with the blinkers on
    Screaming "Fuck the world", Martin King is gone
    Who am I? Who am I?
    Handsome guy, might stunt on you niggas with a patch on my eye
    Please, turn up the headphones I speak the value
    I pray for freaks, we gon bring the outcome
    Toke, toke and choke
    We just need your vocals
    So this is the future, ain’t what your used to
    Four years ago I was poorer than you are
    Trapping in the lobby and the back of a U-haul

    [Hook 2: Zombie Juice]
    It’s that work hard, play hard
    I just got a blow job
    Smoke so much this year we couldn’t even take a day off
    Twenty something years, I never had a fucking day job
    Never ask for truth, it’s what expected, it’s a trade-off

    [Hook 1: Erick Arc Elliott]
    It’s that work hard, play hard
    Make you quit that day job
    I smoked so much this year we couldn’t even take a day off
    I plan to take a trip
    Want the money how it’s spent
    I just re-up
    Plus I just payed my phone and the rent

    [Hook 3: Meechy Darko]
    This that work hard, play hard
    Rest in peace to Trayvon
    Did so much different drugs this year I’m feeling so amazing
    LSD them potent doses smoking ’til I take off
    Two freaks, one Meech, that’s an even trade-off

    [Verse 3: Meechy Darko]
    Rosemary’s baby the hand I rock my cradle to the grave
    I had six exorcisms this year alone and I feel the same
    I’m high and sleep deprived, having nightmares while I’m still awake
    40 ounce, sipper, until my liver give away
    I think I lost my mind and, I’m willing to trade my soul if you can find it
    An even exchange I’m young and deranged
    All these drugs in my body
    Rawer than the kilo under my granddaddy pillow
    Kill a cop, la-la-laugh, reload, ha-ha-ha
    Drop classics, we now laugh at you niggas
    I average 50, I don’t feel the need to pass to you niggas
    Roll up the sticky, young irrational nigga
    Don’t throw stones, unless your crib is shatter proof nigga
    A headshot, now let’s see if you splatter-proof nigga

    [Hook 1: Erick Arc Elliott]
    Work hard, play hard
    Make you quit that day job
    I smoked so much this year we couldn’t even take a day off
    I plan to take a trip
    Want the money how it’s spent
    I just re-up
    Plus I just payed my phone and the rent

    [Hook 2: Zombie Juice]
    Work hard, play hard
    I just got a blow job
    Smoke so much this year we couldn’t even take a day off
    Twenty something years, I never had a fucking day job
    Never ask for truth, it’s what expected, it’s a trade-off

    [Hook 3: Meechy Darko]
    Work hard, play hard
    Rest in peace to Trayvon
    Did so much different drugs this year I’m feeling so amazing
    LSD them potent doses smoking ’til I take off
    Two freaks, one Meech, that’s an even trade-off