‘Dizzy ‘ MP3 Download (Audio), Music Video (Mp4) & Lyrics
The Sensational & Talented Musician, Zombie Juice dishes out new music project titled ‘Dizzy ‘, which serves as one of the successful and hit song produced so far.
In this project, Zombie Juice enroll with the contribution of the musical artist The Underachievers which contributed a lot to the track with the cool verses.
This project serves as one of the tracks on Zombie Juice‘s newly released studio album titled “Love Without Conditions“
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Zombie Juice – Dizzy Ft. The Underachievers Lyrics
Chorus: Issa Gold & AKTHESAVIOR]
Let's go
[?], we take your flizzy
[?], won't crack no [?]
Sip the [?], we getting busy
All my niggas in here dizzy
I got niggas that's gon' feel me
I got niggas tryna kill me (Ayy)
I got bitches tryna hit me (Ayy)
I got snitches tryna get me
[Verse 1: AKTHESAVIOR]
Yuh, if you gonna talk that shit, better back that shit up or back up bitch, like, yuh
We really 'bout that shit
Got goons in the back like Jim Crowe, bitch
Tripping off a slice like Kimbo is
Step into the light when I lift my wrist
I don't need a drive, she get my drift
Got into the ride then I took her wig, like, yuh
Flip the packets like the circus
Pockets fat, I'm lit like circuits
Ain't no acting, closе them curtains
Turn her backwards then I curvе her
We don't play, not on my turf
Rep the [?], that's on my birth
Weapons spray, it's for my thirst
Watch 'em lay out on the curb
[Refrain: AKTHESAVIOR & Zombie Juice]
Blessings, (Blessings), bless me, (Bless me), losses, (Losses), lessons (Lessons)
Coffins, (Coffins), legends, (Legends), Father, (Father), bless us, uh
Thoughts in my mind was finessing
I turned this shit to obsession
They gon' remember my essence, uh
Still move in silence like Tesla, uh, yeah
[Chorus: Issa Gold]
[?], we take your flizzy
[?], won't crack no [?]
Sip the [?], we getting busy
All my niggas in here dizzy
I got niggas that's gon' feel me
I got niggas tryna kill me
I got bitches tryna hit me
I got snitches tryna get me
[Verse 2: Zombie Juice]
I asked how she's doing, she told me she miss it
I see what that dick did, it got her addicted
I'm lit off that trippy, she trip how I'm living
This God in his image, I speak it, I meant it
My circle's so small like a dot on his head
He plot on the gang then it's off with his lips
Half on a sack on some blow
If I'm here for the night, she gon' treesh on the low, okay
I'm in Dior, that's head to my toes
She bust it open, that's hands on her toes
She got a ring, squeeze one of her toes
Got two of her fingers, got one in her nose
I heard your little diss, bitch, nobody know you
I'm a real demon, ain't nobody told you?
Like a thief in the night, won't nobody know it
Like a thief in the night, won't nobody know it
Said she like my necklace, started relaxing
When I'm off three drugs like a chain reaction
Everybody in the gang sound the same, what happened?
How you copied all the drip but you calling it fashion?
This ain't content, baby, this my life, you wildin'
Put the phone down, baby, I don't need no stylist
If we gotta get the clips y'all don't feel no malice
Still claim my hood 'cause she know I'm valid, like
[Refrain: AKTHESAVIOR & Zombie Juice]
Blessings, (Blessings), bless me, (Bless me), losses, (Losses), lessons (Lessons)
Coffins, (Coffins), legends, (Legends), Father, (Father), bless us, uh
Thoughts in my mind was finessing
I turned this shit to obsession
They gon' remember my essence, uh
Still move in silence like Tesla, uh, yeah
[Chorus: Issa Gold]
Let's go
[?], we take your flizzy
[?], won't crack no [?]
Sip the [?], we getting busy
All my niggas in here dizzy
I got niggas that's gon' feel me
I got niggas tryna kill me
I got bitches tryna hit me
I got snitches tryna get me
[?], we take your flizzy
[?], won't crack no [?]
Sip the [?], we getting busy
All my niggas in here dizzy
I got niggas that's gon' feel me
I got niggas tryna kill me
I got bitches tryna hit me
I got snitches tryna get me
[Verse 3: Issa Gold]
Gassing up like Texaco
We flipped the script and let it go
I don't mix with petty hoes
We dodging doors, won't even [?]
Wrist be steady whippin', taxi speeding
Swear this shit my flow
Set be heavy, cop baguettes
Glisten like we wear the boat
She called me her number one, hit her with that double shrug
Juice the king, I'm prince of love
I think they shoot like Loaded Lux
We finesse, no [?], free Thugga Thugga off the [?]
Luka how I come in clutch
I'm stepping back, he folding up
Steph in the flesh
Niggas see me, watch 'em shrink
Ain't a test, what I rep, throw it up in every flick
We been legends off the rip
Took a brick to load the grip
Now we booming, niggas zooming, hitting targets, busting flips (Let's go, let's go)
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