top 100
·
top new
·
updates
·
submit lyrics
#
A
B
C
D
E
F
G
H
I
J
K
L
M
N
O
P
Q
R
S
T
U
V
W
X
Y
Z
Correct Leather Symphony Lyrics
Lyrics
►
Artists: F
►
Flatbush ZOMBiES
►
Correct Leather Symphony
Artist:
Song:
Comment:
Lyrics:
[Verse 1: Zombie Juice] She just want me like a wedding ring I keep her dripping like some fucking paint Money real, I'm smoking hella green So much ass like Teyana Taylor Run a trap tryna make a milli She make it clap tryna make a milli Don't lose yourself, remember who yourself Don't lose yourself, remember who the best Take a dab, she got hella ass I just smoke and I don't never pass All these niggas tryna be the man I get green nigga, Peter Pan Why they hating nigga? I be living Why they hating nigga? I be pimpin' Bad bitch looking so exquisite Took a risk, double, triple, get it Third eye feel like it's on fire These niggas singing like they on the choir Swisher blunts with Snoop Dogg Dogg Pound, woof woof! No sound, psh psh psh! Wipe me down cause I'm gorgeous Ric Flair with the horseman What you bout man? Quit talking Bout that work, I'm like Fergie My moms didn't make it 'til 30 If I don't make it, don't worry Zombie Gang, we ain't buried Nigga always been a helping man Don't bite the hand that makes you understand I might go loony, catch you on the 'gram Flipping, shipping, got a hundred grams [Hook: Zombie Juice] Bands, grams Caught a jux and do my dance, yeah Why they copy? They just fans, yeah On my momma, I'm the man, yeah Bands, grams Count it, count it, got my hands full All this working got my hands full Why they hating like some damn fools? Bands, grams Caught a jux and do my dance, yeah Why they copy? They just fans, yeah On my momma, I'm the man, yeah Bands, grams Count it, count it, got my hands full All this working got my hands full Why they hating like some damn fools? [Verse 2: A$AP Twelvyy] I'm a minute late, I'm a renegade Twelvyy got a gauge, let me penetrate, pussy power KKK Loaded it live, rock in my sock Patrolling the block with a Glock Stick to the code, bloody my O's Study my notes on the floor Stuck on this odyssey, huh, alone I need privacy, huh Shooting my prophecy, only I can see everything I can be, huh Fuck it, I get it, I get it I chronicle Riddick, they couldn't forget it Planning is hella specific Start the beginning, a glorious death for the ending I can't believe I existed, I'm bout to lead with a vision I brought the heat to the kitchen Y'all bout to sleep with the fishes I run with the Pistons and beatin' them kittens Zombie the menaces, all of my nemesis Wrong on the premises Brother got sentences, I'm moving sinister Call in the defenses, Twelvyy ridiculous [Hook: Zombie Juice] Bands, grams Caught a jux and do my dance, yeah Why they copy? They just fans, yeah On my momma, I'm the man, yeah Bands, grams Count it, count it, got my hands full All this working got my hands full Why they hating like some damn fools? [Verse 3: Zombie Juice, A$AP Twevlyy & Both] Mecca like Malcolm (and Biggie Medina) A$AP the cleanest (rolled in the Beamer) On Amsterdam, feel like I'm Yams, can't see me, John Cena Everything money and violence, went to Flatbush for a nina Live up on Lennox (Church Ave with the check) Made no casino, got dope in the ringo, we high like the Beatles Album gon' pop (live on Atlantic) All over the planet, in Crooklyn we bandits and Harlem do damage [Hook: Zombie Juice] Bands, grams Caught a jux and do my dance, yeah Why they copy? They just fans, yeah On my momma, I'm the man, yeah Bands, grams Count it, count it, got my hands full All this working got my hands full Why they hating like some damn fools? Bands, grams Caught a jux and do my dance, yeah Why they copy? They just fans, yeah On my momma, I'm the man, yeah Bands, grams Count it, count it, got my hands full All this working got my hands full Why they hating like some damn fools?
add rows