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zombies shooters
Zombies shooters, j'ai des zombies shooters
Blesse un nigga, blesse une fuckin' bitch
(Tou-dou-tou-dou) zombie, zombie

Marche qu'avec

Uhh, it's your boy Colonel Loud
Know what I'm talkin bout
Them muthafuckin shooters nigga yuh, um
We got niggas out here
Thinking they doing

love I be zombie
Zombie oh ,zombie
Oh my baby
For your love i go be zombie
The way that you do
The things that you do oway
I say the way that you do

yh)


Think about the things you did


Think about the way you feel


Think about the way i sing


Then you know the place i have been 


Zombie zombie

In your head
Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie
What's in your head, in your head
Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie, oh

I'm packin' up my shit, as much

a zombie	
She's a zombie
All zombies
In a zombie world

When you get home
You watch TV
When I get home
I watch TV
Because TV is
The only thing left for me

Zombie Zoo

Tom Petty

Full Moon Fever

1989

All down the street they're standin' in line
With white lipstick and one thing on their minds
Hey little freak with the lunch pail purse

All down the street they're standin' in line
With white lipstick and one thing on their minds
Hey little freak with the lunch pail purse

ZOMBIE LYRICS

Oh yeah ehen, Uh yeah ehen, yeah 
It's Kizzy on the microphone

Uh yeah uh yeah uh yeah uh yeah yeah yeah yeah

E get this girl I get

As a corpse, a rotting corpse back from the dead

With your bright green eyes
You fantasized
We'd be together
Forever and ever

I'm a zombie
Zombie

ain't the shooter
(?)
Riding shotty in the chevy (?) know as a Krueger
Lyrical ruler (?)
You lukewarm, boy, go get you a cooler please
Your bitch

on me
You can put your bills on me
Bills on me
Say Me I no go tell you say game over
I no fit do that thing for you
You can put your bills on me
Bills

the store off a oxy
T-T-Take a picture, I'ma pose, paparazzi
I've been drinking, moving like a zombie
Three bands on me
Walking 'round the store off a oxy

Yo where that nigga go

Cartier... Blaze... Skylit...

Gouda...

Gouda, fuck it if it ain't about mula
Word to my motherfucking shooter I'm a don

Call up ya shooter I bet he don't come
He see dis drum he be ready ta run
If I'm a shooter I pick up a shooter
They say that 2 shooters is better

many more are of a supernatural kind
If you run into a rotted corpse
And he is gravitated in shorts, yell

Zombie then kick him in the face
Zombie then

I got it in
I got it in got the glock with the led
I move like a zombie I'm off of the meds
I got it in got the glock with the led
I move like

thing that they lie to you
He was a zombie, right, that kissed you goodnight
Making this shit tight, and soviet bitches fought
For the brains, yeah, not

than to microwave my treat
Now all things considered, I should have stayed in bed
Because when I went to take a bite it took a bite out of me instead

gonna do without your spleen
 
Oh ooo whoa oh, Oh ooo whoa ooo whoa oh
Where are all the brains? The zombie's are starving
Oh ooo whoa oh, Oh ooo whoa ooo

so bad but I heard she was fishy
Snipe got that pack that'll turn you into a zombie
Blade got a thing that'll turn you into a zombie
If she want to eat

Non mi sposti
Troopers mi vogliono legato 
Dentro brutti posti 
Shooters mirano alla mia testa 
Come uno
Zombie 
Tuoi Rats vogliono farmi bianco 
Noi

Zombie oh Zombie
Ye dey try to treat us like we be mumu
Zombie oh zombie
Every citizen gat a story to tell been ripped off our right some many things

I can't feel my arms
I can't feel my face
Living everyday
Everyday in a daze
I can't feel a thing
I am not fazed
Can't stop reminiscing
Thinking back