ZOMBIE Songtext
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ZOMBIE Songtext
Tuh, yeah, Ugh, okay
I don′t sleep, Huh, never sleep
Huh, I don't sleep, bitch, I move instict
Huh, Shoot that shit, make that net go ching
Huh, I don′t need no assist, and I never fucking miss
I can kill this shit, and I'm still getting fucking rich
Fake friends, I don't give no (fuck), Fake rappers, I don′t give no (fuck)
I′m a zombie, I don't need no luck
Dead inside, but I still go up
I′m zombie, can't feel my face, I′m out of place
Yeah, I'm doing my shit
Yeah, I pop my shit
I cannot fuck with this, y′all can suck my
That shit look like a brain, I don't wanna eat that
Whole lot of racks, I cannot fit in
Smokin' my shit, and I′m still gonna hit
Fuck that bitch, till she cannot move
Meet me outside, and we will have our talk
Walk in the room, they all goin′ sit!
Money on the floor, collect it quick!
I don't need favors
Yeah, hold on
Tuh, yeah, Ugh, okay
I don′t sleep, Huh, never sleep
Huh, I don't sleep, bitch, I move instict
Huh, Shoot that shit, make that net go ching
(¡Gloria a las plagas!)
Hit her on the chest, like it′s NBA (NBA!)
Every move I make, yeah, I land it right away (Right away!)
These residents too evil, Gotta save the President's daughter
My mission′s now complete, Now the money goin' inflate
Foot on the gas, I don't hesitate
Village at night, gotta navigate
C-C-Came from the dark, no light on the map
These pussies don′t know, that I′m getting through
P-P-Pressure on me, no place to stay
No typewriter, can't reload the day
Got Plagas, in their fuckin′ brain
I stay focused, I don't play they game
Every shot counts, e-e-every shot counts
Gonna kick these fucking doors
I got no way to get out
Hold on, Merchant talkin′ like"What are you buyin?"
Turning my losses to profit and gain
Shooting these zombies out of my way
Shooting these zombies out of my way
Shooting these zombies out of my way
S-S-Shooting these zombies out of my way
Shooting these zombies out of my way
S-S-Shooting these zombies out of my way
I don′t sleep, Huh, never sleep
Huh, I don't sleep, bitch, I move instict
Huh, Shoot that shit, make that net go ching
Huh, I don′t need no assist, and I never fucking miss
I can kill this shit, and I'm still getting fucking rich
Fake friends, I don't give no (fuck), Fake rappers, I don′t give no (fuck)
I′m a zombie, I don't need no luck
Dead inside, but I still go up
I′m zombie, can't feel my face, I′m out of place
Yeah, I'm doing my shit
Yeah, I pop my shit
I cannot fuck with this, y′all can suck my
That shit look like a brain, I don't wanna eat that
Whole lot of racks, I cannot fit in
Smokin' my shit, and I′m still gonna hit
Fuck that bitch, till she cannot move
Meet me outside, and we will have our talk
Walk in the room, they all goin′ sit!
Money on the floor, collect it quick!
I don't need favors
Yeah, hold on
Tuh, yeah, Ugh, okay
I don′t sleep, Huh, never sleep
Huh, I don't sleep, bitch, I move instict
Huh, Shoot that shit, make that net go ching
(¡Gloria a las plagas!)
Hit her on the chest, like it′s NBA (NBA!)
Every move I make, yeah, I land it right away (Right away!)
These residents too evil, Gotta save the President's daughter
My mission′s now complete, Now the money goin' inflate
Foot on the gas, I don't hesitate
Village at night, gotta navigate
C-C-Came from the dark, no light on the map
These pussies don′t know, that I′m getting through
P-P-Pressure on me, no place to stay
No typewriter, can't reload the day
Got Plagas, in their fuckin′ brain
I stay focused, I don't play they game
Every shot counts, e-e-every shot counts
Gonna kick these fucking doors
I got no way to get out
Hold on, Merchant talkin′ like"What are you buyin?"
Turning my losses to profit and gain
Shooting these zombies out of my way
Shooting these zombies out of my way
Shooting these zombies out of my way
S-S-Shooting these zombies out of my way
Shooting these zombies out of my way
S-S-Shooting these zombies out of my way
Writer(s): Younes Harrabi, Alex Batula Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

