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A$ton Matthews
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TLC Feat. action bronson and flatbush zombies
[Intro：Action Bronson]
See when you have this type of hair on your head man
The perfect symmetry treated in some type of way[?]
Pull up on the 37 foot boat
Tan all year
I hop out like I ain't shit
Three fifth flannel on, summertime
Straight up motherfucker
Yeah, you ain't shit
[Verse 1: Action Bronson]
Dump Dump, Impalas jump, you get polished up
Lines get drawn in the powder
This shit look like new england clam chowder
Uzi singing from the tower
Stoned singing in the shower
My phone rings one thousand times an hour
Shit, i used to pitch a hundred miles an hour
Candy Maldonado
Candy Eldorado
Asics with the purple toe
I met a bitch today who said my name is Serpico
I own shit, no carnote
Convos with Carlos
Hundred thousand on the Cardinals
Ain't a motherfucking cold to bring the quill to bring the heating pad
You Gotta understand you're dealing with some heathen, jack...
[Verse 2: A$ton Matthews]
Our sward the virgin
Suburban she do the dirt, do the dirt
I served the urfan in surface
I'll put your brain where that curb is
No bricks, no chips, then your friend gonna lose service
The word is to turn up, too turnt for them turbans, get curtains
Lights out
Better trap when the mice out
Cut throat when that price out, what's your life 'bout?
And nobody say, forty cal by the lake
Flat line to get the shit back, take a potty break
Better lock the gate for your mommy's sake
Fuck boy, pick and roll, gun and dish
But you know you ain't running shit, but you're good with the lab, word
Til the Tec squirt, expect dirt
Lions, tigers, bears oh my
Who let the zoo loose?
The 4 4 the .. before
Click clack, bang bang
Who you?
But weaker line it up, huh
Pop the chunk, drop 'em in the trunk
Round around my city dark and big papa pump, motherfucker
[Interlude]
You already know what time it is, slump
Go get your mouth hit with a can a beer and all that y'heard
Stone cold shit, my G
Hannn
[Verse 3: Zombie Juice]
Spittin' and rippin'
You niggas inferior
I came from the game like I'm price on the mic
But I'm nicer than Mike, Jackson or Jordan
Flow so sick like a roman from a cross
It's Aston Matthews
Got a shovel and gash you
Face covered in ashes, flames covered in acid
What a lonely bastard
I'm a lonely bastard but I know some magic
And how to make some grams flip
Nigga is a loan
Head with the 45th flight
In the dirt in the earth, 6 feet away
Smoke more green, more murder
Psychologic. death is certain
Democracy never stopping
We feelin' like 'Pac all honesty
Blood-line's strictly poverty
Zombie niggas should honor thee
[Verse 4: Meechy Darko]
Mind games are my games
I rearrange your mind frame
My mind chain, flow insane, smoke chem strains
I'm Cobain and gold fangs
Guns go bang
We so loud
My ears ring
Stay around wax like earbuds
And I'm high dog, Air Bud (woof)
There goes the sound of the K
9 in your face
Get shot, broad day
Latex gloves
Fuck forensics
Straight headshots
[?]
That murder game, them car chases
We rev up, no DMC
Them cutthroats, der it is
Strapped up in that GMC, holla
[Outro: A$AP Bari and A$AP Yams]
What's brackin, nigga?
A$ton Matthews is brackin, nigga
What's brackin' nigga, cut throat what's brackin, nigga
A$AP what's brackin, nigga
Stone cold stuntin on one of you niggas
You and your bitch, nigga
If you think I'm talking to you, yeah I'm talking to you nigga
This a'int no diss song, nigga
Step your brackets up, nigga
Niggas out there drinking [?]
High, taking-ass niggas
You niggas is two lies away from giving me a fucking headache
You motherfuckers be pouring up a one and a two liter
That's not a three liter, nigga
Lamborghinis fucking pouring out ashes on you niggas
Burning cigarettes on niggas' foreheads
We gon' body in every state, nigga
Respect the movement, nigga
Get your cutthroat, nigga
Yeaah I'm standing at a 45 degree angle at all times
Study your lessons, bitch
Stop eating that pork, too
Y'heard
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