Lyrics:
Lock your house at night Its Christmas
What do you teens want at Christmas
Sarah wants a dog and drain box
Sweet seventeen not aware
Turn
move slow like a zombie
But I'll never pass cause I passed like a zombie
She gotta good brain
No she not a blondie
And you know that she keeping it on me
bitch is a zombie, damn
She gon be mad when she hear this
Or I forgot that the bitch cannot hear it cuz she got me on that blocklist
Bitch got no lashes,
Wrap a nigga like ah mummy
Turn a nigga to ah zombie
Gotta pocket full of franks
Pockets filled with that blue money
Nigga Come n cop ah bow
Yea Dey
Gambit
They stay lost in the sauce while I stir the pot and dab it
Surrounded by clouds I'm exhaling all this steam
Forever sleep walking cause my life is
Voice gone
Voice gone
Thotties
Shotties
Popping on my dick just like some molly
Obvi'
Pill been cut with speed just like a Gatti'
Cati'
Got me
Zombie
on the rock, she glows
Loading up the bong, we smoke
And you can think what you want
I never loosen my mental
Taking hits well equipped by a devil
If you have
tacky)
If I'm bitten by a zombie, I'm probably not telling you
(Because I'm tacky)
If you don't think that's bad, guess what, then you're tacky, too
the flow and die
When I walk by say hi to the bad guy
Ayo man, there's just one left
(I'll make a deal with ya)
What? (Ah, ya got one of those
Our offense is oh so, our defense dominate
We got that winning combination
To what? To regulate
Offense is oh so (forever)
Yeah, 2007, Cole
come in to offer he don't even wanna rob ya
You done fucked up and started shit wit some real shit starter
You don fought with a chopper holla what it
up when the phone rings
They were killed by Samara
My friend Paul was killed by this kid's doll, named Chucky
But compared to what happened to Claire
Can't get by living on my own
I need cash now a job's too slow
I won't die doing what I'm told
Tell me something that I don't know
Can't get by
gallons spit that petrol
I got me a bad one face pretty, ass whoa
If you Black and you Rob, won't end up in the Rob(b) Report
I ignore what these niggas
on a nigga violating my bitch
Cream make the money
Dolla Dolla bill yall
My connect is fucking bilingual
He doesn't speak much
Just gimme what I came for
My
a million
Niggas are wack & their fake
& their jake & their snakes
Phonies, baloney's, who rob to get folded
Niggas who hate by the race, split up race
Keep
coming with us"
I said "To where, for what? I ain't guilty
My name is Rob G., you just can't milk me"
Now I'm sitting in a courtroom all day
I claim I'm
"Sak pase? N'ap boule" and rob niggas
The media be tryin' to make a nigga look bad, what's up with that?
See my flick next to Preme, Papi and Cat
life by the sword
And if you live by it, die by it, I'll still kill your horse
Set me up, coming back, like a thief in the night
I'll have a suicide
I feel so confused
I don’t know what to do
I feel so confused
I don’t know what to do
I’m going nowhere
Not going anywhere
I’m going nowhere
I’m
Pretty little Sally sat up by the tree trunk
White miniskirt with a Betty Boom bum
She had a ass like Deborah Cox, face like Lauryn
Waist like
Pretty little Sally sat up by the tree trunk
White miniskirt with a Betty Boom bum
She had a ass like Deborah Cox, face like Lauryn
Waist like
replete is what you shall find with my music on repeat
But get on your feet rise and see the zombie apocalypse on the horizon
You didn't head the caution I
I’m back to my lowest
Percocets, can’t see his eyes cause he loaded
All I see is the top cause I’m focused
Try to rob, he gone die, hope you know it
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