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Albatrossdog - ZombieLand (feat. SupaIceColdJay) Lyrics




All my muthaf*ckin' friends are dead anyways
(Yeah)
Ya'll niggaz ain't got no f*ckin' bread anyways
(Naw)
All my muthaf*ckin' friends are dead anyways
(Yeah)
Y'all niggaz ain't got no f*ckin' bread anyways
(Naw)

All my friends are dead, yea all my friends are gone
You ain't move how you said, you ain't live how you talk
Some niggaz had that led for you and I said naw
I sat right on that ledge for you and you dipped off
Naw no crisscross, no talk all missed calls
No bite, you all bark, how the f*ck is you my dog
My fault if I thought loyalty was your default
I lost my mind off some shit that y'all bought
You bugged, you ticked off, f*ck off my dick, pause
I'm prone to shit talk but I'll back that bitch hard
New mask like jigsaw, no prints, won't get caught
My pride and my heart, two things I won't toss
Now I gotta send you niggaz off to the stars
Would've never had no beef with you if you just played your part
But I guess that shit is harder for a nigga from your parts
All that dubb and flip flop is your career, you on your job

All my muthaf*ckin' friends are dead anyways
(Yeah)
Ya'll niggaz ain't got no f*ckin' bread anyways
(Naw)
All my muthaf*ckin' friends are dead anyways
(Yeah)
Y'all niggaz ain't got no f*ckin' bread anyways
(Naw)

It's the dread head known to get them deads anyway
You's a dumb nigga, you just fronting, nigga in the way
I got young niggas throwing drums and them mini K's
Walk up, no talk, know we play the semi way
I'ma westside nigga, know she know that nigga Jay
With the gang, I ain't been the same since they went away
On my grind, I can't even tell if it's a different day
Wake up in the morning, thinking how much I'ma get today
With the gang, gettin' blazed, countin', plottin' on a cash out
Usually keep it cool but please don't make a nigga lash out
She peep the drip and now she tryna see what that bout'
She want the boy and shorty know that I'ma cash cow

All my muthaf*ckin' friends are dead anyways
(Yeah)
Ya'll niggaz ain't got no f*ckin' bread anyways
(Naw)
All my muthaf*ckin' friends are dead anyways
(Yeah)
Y'all niggaz ain't got no f*ckin' bread anyways
(Naw)
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All my muthaf*ckin' friends are dead anyways
(Yeah)
Ya'll niggaz ain't got no f*ckin' bread anyways
(Naw)
All my muthaf*ckin' friends are dead anyways
(Yeah)
Y'all niggaz ain't got no f*ckin' bread anyways
(Naw)

All my friends are dead, yea all my friends are gone
You ain't move how you said, you ain't live how you talk
Some niggaz had that led for you and I said naw
I sat right on that ledge for you and you dipped off
Naw no crisscross, no talk all missed calls
No bite, you all bark, how the f*ck is you my dog
My fault if I thought loyalty was your default
I lost my mind off some shit that y'all bought
You bugged, you ticked off, f*ck off my dick, pause
I'm prone to shit talk but I'll back that bitch hard
New mask like jigsaw, no prints, won't get caught
My pride and my heart, two things I won't toss
Now I gotta send you niggaz off to the stars
Would've never had no beef with you if you just played your part
But I guess that shit is harder for a nigga from your parts
All that dubb and flip flop is your career, you on your job

All my muthaf*ckin' friends are dead anyways
(Yeah)
Ya'll niggaz ain't got no f*ckin' bread anyways
(Naw)
All my muthaf*ckin' friends are dead anyways
(Yeah)
Y'all niggaz ain't got no f*ckin' bread anyways
(Naw)

It's the dread head known to get them deads anyway
You's a dumb nigga, you just fronting, nigga in the way
I got young niggas throwing drums and them mini K's
Walk up, no talk, know we play the semi way
I'ma westside nigga, know she know that nigga Jay
With the gang, I ain't been the same since they went away
On my grind, I can't even tell if it's a different day
Wake up in the morning, thinking how much I'ma get today
With the gang, gettin' blazed, countin', plottin' on a cash out
Usually keep it cool but please don't make a nigga lash out
She peep the drip and now she tryna see what that bout'
She want the boy and shorty know that I'ma cash cow

All my muthaf*ckin' friends are dead anyways
(Yeah)
Ya'll niggaz ain't got no f*ckin' bread anyways
(Naw)
All my muthaf*ckin' friends are dead anyways
(Yeah)
Y'all niggaz ain't got no f*ckin' bread anyways
(Naw)
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Writer: Bryant Dixon, Jay Dempsey II
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