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Origineel

[Intro: Meechy Darko] 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 [Verse 1: Meechy Darko] 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 ya 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 nose pit, 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 Sold my soul and bought it back for cheaper thats a flip, flip Ole English, Hennessey, watch me mix, mix (drink up bitch) Roll Gelato in Fronto then dickmatize a bitch, bitch Her legs don't work no more, had her crawlin' out the crib, crib Acid in the fridge, shit, baby, Avianne be wildin' My diamonds hit like {*censored*}, 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 [Chorus: Zombie Juice] All this gas I'm blowin', 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 the molly, this 'cid, this ain't no molly Noooo, this 'cid, this ain't no molly Nooo-whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse 2: Erick Arc Elliott] Said I do it better, them Margielas, cost a grip, grip Pants is Valentino, while kickin' 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 [Verse 3: Zombie Juice] Call me Chun-Li, peep how I kicks it 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, slab of 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 [Chorus: Zombie Juice] 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 [Outro: Zombie Juice] Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, woah, woah, ohh Yeah, yeah Um, yeah Yeah, yeah, woah, yeah, yeah, oh Woah, woah

 

Vertaling

[Intro: Meechy Darko] 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 [Verse 1: Meechy Darko] 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 ya baby (ching ching) Vroeger nipte ik, nipte ik, tot mijn maatje stierf aan die shit I'm really lit, lit, so I Cuban link my Cuban bitch Blue nose pit, shit, no bitches on my wrist Crazy talkin' dirty, pussy pu-pu-purrin' when I hit, hit Ik hield mijn sieraden om, want ik vertrouw deze teef nog steeds niet, teef Sold my soul and bought it back for cheaper thats a flip, flip Ole English, Hennessey, kijk hoe ik mix, mix (drink op bitch) Roll Gelato in Fronto en dickmatize dan een bitch, bitch Haar benen werken niet meer, had haar kruipen uit de wieg, wieg Acid in de koelkast, shit, baby, Avianne be wildin' My diamonds hit like {*censored*}, stay fly-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 [Chorus: Zombie Juice] All this gas I'm blowin', 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 Jouw meisje, ze houdt van de molly, deze meid, dit is geen molly Neeeee, deze meid, dit is geen molly Nooo-whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse 2: Erick Arc Elliott] Said I do it better, them Margielas, cost a grip, grip Pants is Valentino, while kickin' 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 maakte de beat, nu zie je, dat is een plot twist Hoppin' plane to plane, forgot to set my watch to tick, tick Ik heb geen diamanten, maar ik schitter in deze teef, teef When you run your list, that's how you get, get your shit, shit Ik neem het risico niet, ik tel mijn geld op mijn dak en 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 [Verse 3: Zombie Juice] Call me Chun-Li, peep how I kicks it Deze sherm en gelato ruiken als de beste bitch Echt voor op mijn tijd, dank God dat ik mijn hoogtepunt nog niet bereikt heb Open your mind, owning the day, one day at a time Run it up, double up, flippin' what? Niet stoppen nu Tel het op, een stuk van wat? 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 [Chorus: Zombie Juice] 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 Jij noemt mijn vriend een leugenaar, ik ben back to back zoals Aubrey Jouw meisje, ze houdt van feesten, deze meid, dit is geen molly Neeeee, deze meid, dit is geen molly Nooo-whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah [Outro: Zombie Juice] Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, woah, woah, ohh Yeah, yeah Um, yeah Yeah, yeah, woah, yeah, yeah, oh Woah, woah