Flatbush Zombies - Palm Trees Lyrics
[Hook: Meech]So much grams, unzip the bagDip in my handThen I palm treesSo when you throw shadeNigga never harm meSo much grams, unzip the bagDip in my handThen I palm treesSo when you throw shadeNigga never harm me[Verse 1: Meech]Lions don’t lose sleep over the opinion of sheepOn the road to the richesMoney sticking to my cleatsI am moi, magnifiqueSkinny… Darky MeechNiggas with the most opinions, usually have the leastIt’s funny how now rappers be on the druggy shitDownloaded my tape, sat back, study shitAcid pack a hundred hits, shrooms, caps and hash bricksTrippy like that destiny child shit, on 106This white *****, had the *****ing nerves to call me a niggaWhen she the one paying the surgeonFor her lips to get bigger, do you get the bigger pictureShe’s intact with my nigga, you sneak dissingTaking jabs, get your boxing on‘Cus you ain’t get the word, I’m black leather in the octagonThis shit is straight absurd,Do not hate me ‘cus your life is shittyI show no pitty you turdYou better off in the dirt, nawYou better off dead, like the title of my…[Hook: Meech][Verse: Zombie Juice]Everyday, me and Mary JYou might say I’m addictedBut me, I’m truly liftedStoned so loud, you can hear me in the crowdSmoking girls out, sour by the ounceMary never cheat me,Mary not a backstabbing *****That don’t lie and deceive meSpread it even!Hash wax in the eveningDabble, die trying, on the road to ZionDamn, they try and stick me for my paperThey tryn’na take me underI’ve seen it through the vaporsJealous ones killed envyGot a couple real with meAnd my *****, will talk some shitAnd smoke the kill with meMeech will hide the body, enough of that tho’They sayin’ talk is cheapSo I’ll be smiling when we meetThey screamin’ Zombies, out in EnglandBut I’m on the block with Mary, pushing and dreamingAh, ah ah ah, I’m feeling myselfDizzle, fo’ shizzle my nizzle spittin’ riddles on instrumentalsTrippy life, brought it in the…Feel my appetite (Feel my appetite?)[Hook: Meech][Verse 3: Erick Arc Elliot]Could be your mans, or be your fanOr be your pen, pay your duesMan I gotta choose, whether ILose or win this, for a friendCan’t determind the differenceThe instace they see you peakingThey ***** leaking fluidMy nigga, what is you doingAll black in the back……as I’m making murderous musicWe don’t rep the same thingsNah, don’t bother confuse itSo much stressing on my brainMomma think I’mma lose itHuman vagabond…Stole your panties in my carry onWhy you hating niggas acting…Honest bro, ***** your publication eseI’m a third wheel, aritecht blow your mindSet stress but won’t swellUh yes, I smoke killI’m crack, you smoke grillsI pack, you dope dealIn fact, I’m so chillI’m never of the…Six stinches to your imageNot offended, when you call me genius…[Hook: Meech]
