Thrilla Bodega Bamz (Ft. Flatbush Zombies)

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[Verse 1: Meechy Darko]
From Flatbush to Broadway
Niggas shootin' up the ave in broad day
Tanboys got that tan shit
We got more quarters than the arcade
Butterfly blade, face sauteed
I laugh and then, rip off face
And sew it on my letterman
And slowdance on your carcass
I'm rollin, I mean Ronin
Life is just a car chase
Bullseye on your third eye
Red dot on your target
Blood smear on your friends near
Now your homies is shark baits
Bullets in the diem, no carpe
You copy? Like dub tapes
I'm really bout that fetti, Pa
Shoot a bitch over my bread like Remy Ma
Peel off (vroom vroom)
Now your city block
Renegade living like a never seen the cops
Everything stay schemin' and I've seen the plot
When your words are your weapon you don't need no Glock
When your words are your weapon you don't need no Glock

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