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Ask Courtney Lyrics - Artist : Flatbush Zombies
[Meechy Darko:]
Love hurts, ask Courtney she killed Kurt I do a bitch like Sid to Nancy if she cheat on me first I'ma get the world's attention 'fore I bleed on this earth You gon' really get the message if you play this reverse Okay lyrical combat fatality, who wanna battle me, pick on I'ma shatter every atom in his whole anatomy [Erick Arc Elliott:] So instead of me when you're stepping closer You becoming my enemy for the penalty My antenna's up sipping a Hennessy Okay, Christmas list a bad bitch and some better weed Amd new Desert Es, 911 with the cherry seats Drunk driving, doing 90 down the tunnel Desert Eagle gun on my hip, bumping Capital Punishment [Erick Arc Elliott:] Just watch and observe the turbulence from the wordsmith You're hardly worth it and it urks me, what's the purpose? From the surface I emerge without immersin' Mama nurse me, unemployed but not thirsty [Meechy Darko:] Fresh out of the box, nina a virgin Bout to pop a cherry and leave spots on your jersey Bitches call me 2Cup Shakur, Hennessy pour Weapons you drawing my integrity on The thin line between love and hate, kill you Smoke a blunt at your wake, see you in hell at the gates My sweater shredded like Freddy but that's the way that it's made Zombie gang, get the fuck out my face, the fuck is you say? [Erick Arc Elliott (Meechy Darko):] Y'all play bang-bang This a army run up on you (bang, bang) Insufficient when I get you Even keep the pistol on you Hit the call, listen my dawg I'ma made official on Your name brand, God damn Whole thing glisten on you Y'all play bang-bang This a army run up on you (bang, bang) Insufficient when I get you Even keep the pistol on you Hit the call, listen my dawg I'ma made official on Your name brand, God damn Whole thing glisten on you [Meechy Darko (Erick Arc Elliott):] (Armaggedon) Never leave home without my weapon (This song) Who want one on one with the dead man (Them 911 [?] Kevlar) Whole team, whole scene, whole team dead [?] (Anything that my trust ain't gon' sell off) Liar tell some boy they mean belage (Play your position, we sinners and not centers) (We always been hot splitters we won't let the cops get us) Speaking of cops, they shot this cop on my block They said you know what time it is? I guess he ain't had no watch Bitch follow, niggas watch, and the game hit the spot for the fame Money more than a game than a watch (Don't know why, hit the spot on your block let me dig up in your pocket) (Let me stack up on your options, cancelling your profit) [Zombie Juice:] Got a problem, gotta vent Gotta shot, gotta sin Gotta rob, gotta spend Is it you, is it him? Is it us, is it them? Wonder how we make amends Watch how they circle the block, hate us cause of our skin Got a problem, gotta vent Gotta shot, gotta sin Gotta rob, gotta spend Is it you, is it him? Is it us, is it them? Wonder how we make amends Watch how they circle the block, hate us cause of our skin [Erick Arc Elliot (Meechy Darko):] Y'all play bang-bang This a army run up on you (bang, bang) Insufficient when I get you Even keep the pistol on you Hit the call, listen my dawg I'ma made official on Your name brand, God damn Whole thing glisten on you Y'all play bang-bang This a army run up on you (bang, bang) Insufficient when I get you Even keep the pistol on you Hit the call, listen my dawg I'ma made official on Your name brand, God damn Whole thing glisten on you |
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