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[Hook: Zombie Juice] (2x) Got some weed, roll it up Got some danks, roll it up Got some drank, pour it up LSD you know what's up High as hell, don't give a fuck (3x) No coming down I'm going up [Verse 1: Zombie Juice] In the middle of your town with a pack of that stuff Ain't from your town but I'm chopping it up Just one phone call finna get you niggas stuck Her pussy so good make a nigga want to floss it You in the same lane, bitch I'm swerving getting nauseous Niggas trying to shoot, but they bounce right off me Flatbush junction my hood you can't fuck with Fresh off the boat like this bomb ass ye My team finna blow, shout out to the game Badman, ain't got no words I ain't trying to flex but if you say my name again And you saw mothafucker I be praying for my enemies Grab a bottle henny smoke a 50 simple chemistry Down for the cause bitch I'm riding till the end of me Down goes the ball, head off no feeling it. [Hook: Zombie Juice] Letras de canciones [Verse 2: Zombie Juice] I'm in love with the mic, engulfed in the life All these wack ass rappers spitting all for the ice Money can't buy swag Funny nigga you a dummy Money can drop fast If you can't count sunny aw shit with the sleekness 27 cause woke up the next day made 20 grand more Fucking with the zombies like Tyson to a jaw I'm a high mothafucker come and box with the law From Letras Mania