Leather Symphony Lyrics - Flatbush Zombies

She just want me like a wedding ring 

I keep her dripping like some fucking paint 

Money realer, smoking hella green 

So much ass like Teyana Taylor 

Run a trap trying to make a milli 

She make it clap trying to make a milli 

Don't lose yourself, remember who yourself 

Don't lose yourself, remember who the best 

Take a dab, she got hella ass 

I just smoke and I don't never pass 

All these niggas tryna be the man 

I get green nigga, Peter Pan 

While they hating nigga I be living 

While they hating nigga I be pimpin' 

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Bad bitch looking so exquisite 

Took a risk now the trip gon' get it 

Third eye feel like it's on fire 

These niggas singing like they on the choir 

Swishing blunts with Snoop Dogg 

Dogg pound woof woof 

No sound psh psh psh 

Wipe me down cause I'm gorgeous 

Rick Flair with the horseman 

What you bout man, quit talking 

Bout that work, I'm like Fergie 

My moms didn't make it til 30 

If I don't make it, don't worry 

Zombie gang, we ain't bury 

Nigga always been a helping man 

Don't bite the hand that makes you understand 

I might go loony catch you on the 'gram 

Flipping shipping got a hundred grams 

Photos 

Bands, grams 

Call it truce and do my dance 

Why they copy, they just fans 

On my momma I'm the man 

Bands, grams 

Count it, count it, got my hands full 

All this working got my hands full 

Why they hating like some damn fools 

Bands, grams 

Call it truce and do my dance 

Why they copy, they just fans 

On my momma I'm the man 

Bands, grams 

Count it, count it, got my hands full 

All this working got my hands full 

Why they hating like some damn fools 

I'm a minute late, I'm a renegade 

Twelvyy got a gauge 

Let me penetrate 

Pussy power KKK 

Loaded it live, rock in my sock 

Patrolling the block with a Glock 

Stick to the code, bloody my O's 

Study my notes on the floor 

Stuck on this odyssey 

Alone I be prophecy 

Shooting my prophecy 

Only I can see everything I can be 

Fuck it I get it, I get it 

I chronicle Riddick they couldn't forget it 

Planning is hella specific 

the start, the beginning, a Glorious Death or the ending 

I can't believe I existed 

I'm bout to lead with a vision 

I brought the heat to the kitchen 

Y'all bout to sleep with the fishes 

I run with the Pistons and beatin' them kittens 

John B the medicine 

Solo my nemesis 

All on the premises 

Brother got sentences 

I'm moving sinister 

Corner the physicist, Twelvyy ridiculous 

Bands, grams 

Call it truce and do my dance 

Why they copy, they just fans 

On my momma I'm the man 

Bands, grams 

Count it, count it, got my hands full 

All this working got my hands full 

Why they hating like some damn fools 

Mecca like Malcolm, a Biggie Medina 

Exit the cleanest 

Roll in the Beamer 

On Amsterdam 

Feel like I'm Yams, can't see me John Cena 

Everything money and violence went to flatbush for a nina 

Lava polemics, trade up with the chicks 

Made no casino, got dope in the ringo 

We high like the Beatles 

Hype up on pop. lava the landing 

All over the planet 

And Crookin we bandits and Harlem do damage 

Bands, grams 

Call it truce and do my dance 

Why they copy, they just fans 

On my momma I'm the man 

Bands, grams 

Count it, count it, got my hands full 

All this working got my hands full 

Why they hating like some damn fools 

Bands, grams 

Call it truce and do my dance 

Why they copy, they just fans 

On my momma I'm the man 

Bands, grams 

Count it, count it, got my hands full 

All this working got my hands full 

Why they hating like some damn fools