U&I (feat. Dia) Letra |
Artista: Flatbush Zombies
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U&I (feat. Dia) letra de Flatbush Zombies lyrics
| (Intro: Dia) |
| Don't be anxious, or impatient |
| 'Cause I-I-I want to hold you close and never let go |
| (Bridge: Juice) |
| Yeah, she said baby don't go, but you and I got to be for you and I |
| This that do or die, "Po Pimp" shit, recordin' in the sky |
| And I get so high that I forgot 'bout last night, right |
| Yeah, she said baby don't go, but you and I got to be for you and I |
| This that do or die, po pimp shit recordin' in the sky |
| And I get so high that I forgot 'bout last night, right |
| (Chorus: Erick & Juice) |
| In a world (in a world) full of thieves (full of thieves) |
| We see diamonds (we see diamonds), we see keys (we see keys) |
| If the issue (if the issue), talk to me (talk to me) |
| If I miss you (If I miss you), it's 'cause you're deep (it's 'cause you're deep) |
| In a world (in a world) full of thieves (full of thieves) |
| We see diamonds (we see diamonds), we see keys (we see keys) |
| If the issue (if the issue), talk to me (talk to me) |
| If I miss you (If I miss you), it's 'cause you're deep (it's 'cause you're deep) |
| (Verse 1: Erick) |
| Ooh, I say we struggle |
| It's hard livin', streets have been unforgivin' |
| Smoke weed, hold deep conversations with winners |
| 'Cause these my brothers, love 'em to death |
| Written in stone, so when I'm gone, they huggin' our breath |
| Don't frequent Hell, Gorillaz pin on lapel |
| There's 6 grams in the blunt, on a mission to find myself |
| Growin' and breakin' ties, cryin' and savin' lives |
| Couldn't be discontent, temptation arrives |
| (Verse 2: Juice) |
| Yeah, I'm patiently waiting |
| But I don't really give a fu*kif we ain't in your rotation |
| I put the heart up on this bitch and can't nobody take it |
| Brooklyn niggas, we take it, Flatbush baby, gon' make it |
| Check it, but these my brothers, love 'em to death |
| Written in stone, until I'm gone, we puffin' the death |
| No concern, nah, compare us, how? |
| Cool milli off the merch, SoundScan's shuttin' down now |
| (Verse 3: Erick) |
| I put the bread down on something I wanted for years |
| If my brother need some money, man, I prolly sell that shit, hey |
| Break it into pieces, ooh, wow; there it is |
| Brothers make real beats, bomb lyricist |
| Brothers look the other way, nothing come to trouble mate |
| This is why I love you dog, smokin' at your mama's crib |
| My brother not a local, my brother travel continents |
| No need to find a hotel, my brothers got the couch and shit |
| (Verse 4: Meechy Darko + sample) |
| Debra's only son, he was conceived in King's County |
| That was '89, by '92 he was already rowdy |
| Misunderstood since he crawled out the womb, the only child |
| And his momma workin' three jobs, one was dealin' with drama |
| 'Cause I was wildin', he used to rarely see his father |
| They seperated, couldn't keep his dick in his pajamas |
| Because he was out there hustlin', tryin' to be a provider |
| Tryin' to turn a pretty penny into a million dollars |
| They tell you 'bout my family, that bipolar disorder |
| And due to karma, my first youngin’ gon’ be a daughter |
| When I was 5, I told my mama I wanted to die |
| And then we cry, the crazy shit, man, it wasn’t a lie |
| Man, this life is filled with stress |
| So much oppressed, call New York City "9" |
| I sit alone and reflect, took me 28 years to realize that I'm blessed |
| Aunt Pam died from cancer; I quit them cigarettes |
| Weight of world on my shoulder—I just finished my reps |
| All addicted to drugs, we all addicted to se* |
| Feelin' so self-destructive, like I’m clingin' to death |
| Took my five-digit check and copped some bigger baguettes |
| Took a look at my ring, finger charm on my neck |
| Still in touch with myself, that flashy shit won't prevail |
| I really be shopping for happiness, but that shit ain't for sale |
| But if you don’t show ‘em then they won’t think you do it well |
| I heard that blood is thicker than them Atlanta strippers |
| But these my brothers, I ain't got real brothers to know the difference |
| And, Erick, if I could, I'd give your mama my kidney |
| 'Cause she my momma, too |
| I promise you, I ride for my niggas, die for my niggas |
| Load .45 (Rah! Rah!), put homicide for my niggas |
| Word up, 'cause you my brothers, love 'em to death |
| Written in stone, I take my heart and rip it out my chest |
| To prove to you that it's Zombie gang, rotten flesh |
| That's to the death, nigga—no more, nothing less |
| True, indeed, Juice, if you ever off or bleed |
| I'm takin' care of your seeds, even if that means millions in fees |
| For custody, she wildin' out on court, I’m like, "Give that bitch what she needs." |
| ("Order in the court!") Judge, please ("Order!") |
| I guess I still got alot to maturin' to do |
| I know we still got a whole lot of world tourin' to do |
| This game is supposed to be locked in, I leak through |
| Like a real bad pussy pad, watch me seep through |
| Ooh, it’s Darky, baby; a whole different hue |
| My grand-daddy got 8 balls; come and get a cue |
| I come from the struggle, motherfucker, get a clue |
| Headshot, red dot, now make a move |
| (Chorus: Erick & Juice) |
| In a world (in a world) full of thieves (full of thieves) |
| We see diamonds (we see diamonds), we see keys (we see keys) |
| If the issue (if the issue), talk to me (talk to me) |
| If I miss you (If I miss you), it's 'cause you're deep (it's 'cause you're deep) |
| In a world (in a world) full of thieves (full of thieves) |
| We see diamonds (we see diamonds), we see keys (we see keys) |
| If the issue (if the issue), talk to me (talk to me) |
|
If I miss you (If I miss you), it's 'cause you're deep (it's 'cause you're deep) |
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