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Monica (feat. Tech N9ne)
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Monica (feat. Tech N9ne)

Flatbush Zombies, Tech N9ne

Lyrics

You know the fuckin' vibes

You know the fuckin' vibes, nigga

We smokin' dope with Joey, shit

Nigga, you know the fuckin' vibes, pussy

Spliff vibes, yeah, I mean

You know what I'm talkin' 'bout my niggas?

You see the fuckin' vibes, man

We got boats out here, man (yeah)

You see the fuckin' vibes, man (oh, yeah)

Only rapper makin' beats since seventeen, my nigga

They thought FBZ was just Juice and Meech, my nigga

Never did it hurt my soul or self-esteem, my nigga

But that shit weak, my nigga, they still sleep, my nigga

Even from a wheelchair I rap with such ease, my nigga

Way better than rappers standin' on two feet, my nigga

Surgery right after tour, I feel elite, my nigga

Now I'm right back with the squad I'll never leave, my nigga

World tour, how we payin', while you leasin' my nigga?

Copped the crib before a chain, but I had reason, my nigga

Ain't no tattoos on my frame but my mark leaving, my nigga

You never see me, my nigga, my whole team is my niggas

Treatin' me like 222 has been my number, my nigga

That's two albums, self-produced, and yet they wonder, my nigga

Billboard toppin', independent, we still under, my nigga

You know my body, we just vibin' on the grind with my niggas

Anybody want smoke? We got it (no-oh)

But if it's smoke from beef, you won't know who shot it (no-oh)

You know the vibes in this bitch, nobody tries to come hit

Got figures (got figures), my niggas (my niggas)

You know the vibes, I'm a motherfuckin' king my nigga

Hate all you want, you never be me, my nigga

Woke up feelin' blessed 'cause I'm me, my nigga

Team supreme and the flow is just elite, my nigga

Smoked every strain before it hit the streets my nigga

Hair dyed before the SoundCloud scene my nigga

Before you blink, my nigga, I'm overseas, my nigga

And bitches fucked with me when I ain't have a thing, my nigga

These rappers lucky, better stay up in your lane, my nigga

Zombie Gang, my nigga, helped change the game, my nigga

Brought the flame when niggas hated, our name got bigger

Independent, you chasin' checks and the fame, my nigga

Better yet, you chasin' bitches, you lame, my nigga

Hit up Eliantte, watch my diamonds sing, my nigga

From the 'Bush, made it out, do my thing, my nigga

No father, taught myself the motherfuckin' game, my nigga

Anybody want smoke? We got it (no-oh)

But if it's smoke from beef, you won't know who shot it (no-oh)

You know the vibes in this bitch, nobody tries to come hit

Got figures (got figures), my niggas (my niggas)

Look at us, we over here on album three, my nigga

Remember when this shit was just a dream, my nigga

They ain't believe, my nigga

They probably thought this shit wouldn't last a week, my nigga

Last laugh, ha-ha, I'm fuckin' weak, my nigga

Still here, seven years fuckin' deep, my nigga

Used to sell these t-shirts on the street, my nigga

Same tees, my nigga, made me a quarter milli' last week, my nigga

Remember me? My team supreme, my nigga

She 5'5", but her throat 6'3", my nigga

Don't see me for Xannies or that lean, my nigga

'Cause every night she fuck me to sleep, my nigga

Paranoia started fuckin' with my Z's, my nigga

This shit is deep, my nigga

To the point where I don't trust me, my nigga

Black magic, my speeches part seas, my nigga

Black casket, go ahead and sleep, my nigga

Count sheep, my nigga

Now you're six feet deep, my nigga

Never was my nigga, nigga

Carry the piece, my nigga, I'm finna release, my nigga

Because these social-media murderers talkin' beef, my nigga

I'm a beast, my nigga, I'm 'bout to teach my niggas

Through my anonymous link, I show up on your street my nigga

I'd rather be on herb, oil, and kief, my nigga

Than comin' off the throne tryna defeat my niggas

I'm a chief, my nigga, I can help you eat my nigga

So why when it come to me you scammin', plannin' deceit, my nigga? (Come on)

They comin' for me because I'm the one gettin' the dough (fly spitter)

They actin' like back in the day I din't used to be poor (Wwhy bitter?)

So if they ever come up to me and trip on my show (my trigger)

Then let it blow (die quicker), they're gonna know (my nigga)

Computer bangin' and shit, yo that's wuss, my nigga

Do that, but never ever come where crack's cooked, my nigga

You that shook my nigga, in fact, look my nigga

The gat pushed, stack kush with Flatbush, my nigga

Anybody want smoke? We got it

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