Big Shrimp Lyrics - Flatbush Zombies

On my side and I'm walkin' with a limp, limp 

Lotta red wine and some big shrimp 

Uh, with a limp, limp 

Yeah, uh, yeah 

Pistol on my side and I'm walkin' with a limp, limp 

I just had a lotta red wine and some big shrimp 

Let me use my credit card on your baby (ching ching) 

Used to sip, sip 'til my homie died of that shit 

I'm really lit, lit, so I Cuban link my Cuban bitch 

Blue note bitch, shit, no bitches on my wrist 

Crazy talkin' dirty, pussy pu-pu-purrin' when I hit, hit 

I kept on my jewelry 'cause I still don't trust this bitch, bitch 

Soul my soul for 40, man, for cheaper, that's a fifth, fifth 

Ole English, Hennessey, watch me mix, mix (drink up bitch) 

Roll Gelato in Pronto then dickmatize a bitch, bitch 

Her legs don't work no more, had to crawl up out the crib, crib 

Acid in the fridge, shit, 

Baby, I maybe wilding 

My diamonds hit like *, stay fly-y-y-y-y-y 

That triple 6-6-6, figures, big chips 

I'm always like Martin, and keep talkin' darling, you the shit, shit 

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All this loud I'm goin', all this loud I'm blowin' 

All these bitches showin', all these niggas bluffin' 

This shit here fire, this shit a riot 

I need that bitch with thighs, her pussy sweet as pie 

You callin' my dawg a liar, I'm back to back like Aubrey 

Your girl, she like to party, this 'cid, this ain't no molly 

Noooo, this 'cid, this ain't no molly 

Nooo-whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah 

Said I do it better, them Margielas, cost a grip, grip 

Pants is Valentino, Waikikin' with my mistress 

I'm the type of nigga smoke a spliff inside a moshpit 

Purple drink and lean ain't the same, they say that shit is toxic 

Kirkie made the beat, now you see, that's a plot twist 

Hoppin' plane to plane, forgot to set my watch to tick, tick 

I don't have them diamonds but I'm shinin' in this bitch, bitch 

When you run your list, that's how you get, get your shit, shit 

I don't take the risk, I count my money on my roof and shit 

Sweet and sours, scream and holler, make you lose your tooth and shit 

I know it's been a long time comin', we got hits, hits 

Addiction by subtraction, 'bout that action, not the risk, risk, bitch 

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Call me Chun-Li, we 'bout our kicks, kicks 

This sherm and gelato smell like the best bitch 

Really ahead of my time, thank God I ain't reach my prime 

Open your mind, owning the day, one day at a time 

Run it up, double up, flippin' what? Don't stop now 

Count it up, slap a what? Get the bucks, don't stop now 

This we smoke, no coffin, got a leather vest with Steve Austin 

I move the base like a forklift, it's a Zombie thing, we some bosses 

All this gas I'm goin', all this loud I'm blowin' 

All these bitches showin', all these niggas bluffin' 

This shit here fire, this shit a riot 

I need that bitch with thighs, her pussy sweet as pie 

You callin' my dawg a liar, I'm back to back like Aubrey 

Your girl, she like to party, this 'cid, this ain't no molly 

Noooo, this 'cid, this ain't no molly 

Nooo-whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah 

Yeah, yeah 

Yeah, yeah 

Yeah, woah, woah, ohh 

Yeah, yeah 

Um, yeah 

Yeah, yeah, woah, yeah, yeah, oh 

Woah, woah