Meechy Darko X M.I.A. -  Paper Zombies

@eightysixprod2

Lyrics:

Oh we gettin racks
We get to the cheese 
Yeah we get to the bag
Yeah we just got fleeced
Yeah your girl too brisk
Got extended clips 
Fuckin on your piece 
Iced out all my nieces 
Got a piece for you and yours
???
When you come back to the crib bitch no shoes in my house 
???

We in abu Dabi jet skiing in Dubai 
I got too high 
Too live crew we uncle Luke we in the 305
Creampieing these groupies 
I roll up 3.5 in a loose leaf 
Feel like I’m gonna die so I lose sleep
Copenhagen put snuff in my lips 
Up the grip. Who don’t fuck w the clique?
Smokin doja put the blunt to my lips 
Doja cat fuck fuckin the clit
Lightsaber Luke skywalker flip 
You gon die gettin high as I get 
Why you cry you never ride w the clique 
Why you try I got that fire on my hip 
Sideways I flip this money like Joeyy I Glitz
Taking your bitch your honey I make her do splits 
Been up for days no weed that’s why I’m trippin
I’m on my wave like Cody that’s why you be slippin
watch where you step 
while you sleep we be steppin 
Smokin cereal we be smokin Chex 
Took your serial identity theft 

Oh we gettin racks
We get to the cheese 
Yeah we get to the bag
Yeah we just got fleeced
Yeah your girl too brisk
Got extended clips 
Fuckin on your piece 
Iced out all my nieces 
Got a piece for you and yours
???
When you come back to the crib bitch no shoes in my house 
???

rackys w/ 86

Lyrics:

Break break break yo self huh
Make no sense 
we makin Benjamins
Chewin wintergreen 
Feel like wendigo
Smoke smoke that geeky
Got that shit for free free
Cars on leases 
Cop more green shit
Iced out wrist watch 
For when times get hot
Chief keef keke Palmer I’m the Caucasian Obama 
Yes we can I’m on plan A you on plan Z
Plankton smokin seaweed 100 CCs
Diamonds vvs like I’m Christian I feel blessed 
Christmas tree the Scantron you was rockin and1 6 5 and you can’t dunk 
Like I care 
Like I give a fuck 
I’m aware she a bop she a thot hoe 
Feel abstract I feel like a Picasso 
Heat em up like nachos 
Watch out for the potholes 
Pots 
Pots and pans 
That boy ran he bookin shit
Mufasa boss up I feel simba…..

I’m a giant I stomp they don’t like me like Chris 
I feel like I’m feel like I’m sick I twist up a blunt and I cannot feel shit 
Teach your bitch her love language that physical touch 
I’m a trident she chew on my dick like it’s mint 
Ride on these beats like a Harley I’m Quinn 
Smoke in this bitch like a barbecue pit
I just iced out my fingers then iced out my wrist 
I’m just goin through trials and tribulations 
If I’m flying I’m lying I’m lying 
Sick as a dog im a mutt I’m a pit I just rolled up a pound of the kush out the zip
Blow up like the pentagon on 9/11
I just popped a Percocet I’m on ten 
I been Beboppin Rockin steady I’m mutant 
I want caramel and chocolate I’m Twix

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Lyrics:

Imma beat her box up I won’t beat the bitch I’m not Chris brown 
I just smoked a quarter in an hour I don’t fuck around
She say she in love I said that’s dumb I told her settle down
You too hot need to cool it now now now
Imma fleece em imma fleece em take his shit
Im a beast dawg im a beast im a fuckin pit
Imma chief sum we like cheech Chong that my twin
Lock jaw when I’m geeked off I be talkin weird 
Fleece him fleece him fleece him take his shiiiiit
We be tryin around 
Quiet im tryna focus now
I ain’t gotta reel it in
Not plug you middle men
Ask me questions riddle this
Batman fuckin on fat ass catwomen
Imma cat scan I’m sick I’m really betwixed 
By these witches  
I uh really need to try something new 
Gimme the pussy boss I’m blue 
Gimme the Ricky Ross rose 
I got balls like lacrosse hoe you gay 
Your hoe doin tricks on it cirque du solei
I just took a picture of my erect penis
Bags bags bags bags bags we got L L bean
Swag swag swag swag swag we cool like moe Dee
Ass ass ass ass ass she got donkey meat 
Tricks are for kids I hit your bitch on my burner phone 
If I don’t smoke dope im smokin cigs smokin Marlboros 
I just took pictures of my dick and sent em to your mom 
I just be cappin I ain’t shit I’m really fuckin lonely 
Authentic authentic authentic authentic that’s some real shit
I’m positive positive positively I pop a seal
HIV positive bitches tryna get up in my wheels 
Cest La vi I’ll be outta here I be on my shit for real
Adios that ship has sailed 
You wqs tryna get some tail
Ahhhhhaaaahhhahhhhh you a hoeeeeee
You tryna get some dough
Get the fuck up out my home
Less you tryna give me dome
Bitch just tried to finesse me for a couple bands 
I said I ain’t doin shit unless she drop her pants 
I’m a man dawg I cannot be blamed I’m just sayin 
What’s the plan yall yall be in the backyard playin 
Im just sayin im tryna get some racks up in my safe 
Im just joggin I don’t really give a fuck if it’s a race 
I just hopped in my shuttle I took your bitch to outer space 
I just popped A couple yellow xans straight to the face 
Yellow submarine we under water I feel like the Beatles 
My dick a submarine sandwich and she a munch so she gon eat it
Bitches fuck with the vision I got but they can’t really see it
Got it tucked in my pants you can get control alt deleted

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