Flatbush Zombies - Leather Symphony lyrics

[Verse 1: Zombie Juice] She just want me like a wedding ring I keep her dripping like some f**ing paint [?] I'm smoking hella green So much a** 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 a** I just smoke and I don't never pa** All these n***as tryna be the man I get green n***a, Peter Pan Why they hating n***a I be living Why they hating n***a I be pimpin' Bad b**h looking so exquisite Took a risk now the trip gon' get it Third eye feel like it's on fire These n***as singing like they on the choir Swisher 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 n***a 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 [Hook: Zombie Juice] 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 [Verse 2: A$AP Twelvyy] I'm a minute late, I'm a renegade Twelvyy got a gauge Let me penetrate p**y 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 f** it I get it, I get it I chronicle Riddick they couldn't forget it Planning is hella specific Start the beginning, a Glorious d**h for 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 [?] my nemesis [?] all on my premises Brother got sentences I'm moving sinister [?] Twelvyy ridiculous [Hook: Zombie Juice] 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 [Verse 3: Zombie Juice] Mecca like Malcolm [?] [?] 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 [?] Made no casino, got dope in the ringo We high like the Beatles [?] All over the planet And Crookin we bandits and Harlem do damage [Hook: Zombie Juice] 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