New Phone, Who Dis chords and lyrics - FLATBUSH ZOMBIES

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[Intro 1]
[F][Am][F][Am]

[Verse 1]
[Am]Not a good t[F]ime
un[Am]less I smoke mine
Too many drugs that make you go blind
[F]Too many thugs that work for more [Am]crime
And my nigga show love, unless we get
Not a good time unless I smoke mine
Too many drugs that make you go blind
Too many [F]thugs that work for more [Am]crime
And my nigga show love,

[Verse 2]
unless we get violent
[Am]Wildin', [F]this is for my [Am]niggas
that smoke weed
Live life by the day, count the proceed
Blow it [F]back, blowin' cash in the [Am]OZ
Miss the phone, got it on, looking closely
[F]Only independent,
we don't need [Am]a co- sign
Jah shit, the bud make arms in no [F]time
It's the fourth quarter [Am]at the baseline
Kissing your daughter, Mary Jane High
[F]Just the same guys Juice,
Darko, and [Am]I remarkable times
Ul[Dm]tra dead minds
Zom[F]bie- Bape line,
no [Am]harm it takes time
Enjoy the palm trees

[Verse 3]
We on vacation
[F]Rang, [Am]rang
Who that calling? The money
[F]or [Am]the fame?
Shit ain't the same since
we crep[F]t in the game
[Am]So I get high and try to maint[F]ain[Am]
My celly rang, rang
Who that calling? The money
[F]or the [Am]fame?
Shit ain't the same since
we stepped in the game
So I get high and try to main[F]tain[Am]

[Verse 4]
[Am]Gloves on, murder [F]one, homi'
They'll be looking for the prince,
[Am]like King Jaffe
[Dm]Smoking Moroccan [F]hashish
With [Am]my slanted eye, zombie mommy
Hen[Dm]nessy [F]fill my body
[Am]These other rappers copy, oops
I for[F]got to mention,
[Am]wrote this in another dimension
Zombie gang, be what I'm repping
Pussy so good I need seconds to step in
Two Mac 11s with twenty K on
the necklace and a Heckler Koch
Bought this for the hecklers that
be neck in cock
On a mission, clearest vision
Views from the scope [F]from my [Am]Glock
Only high percentage shots
Shoot with one eye [F]like Fetty Wap
[Am]With my block, Flatbush Ave,
rotten flesh and money knots
Never trust these hoes, I never did, never will
I pop a tab and crack a seal,
zombie gang, drugs [F]kill
Never lied, [Am]if I did then
let me fry [F]- Futurama
[Am]And these Jordans on my feet don't
come out [F]'til next summer
Pretty grungy like Nir[Am]vana
Dirt Cobain is [F]what she holla
When I dropped this dick in[Dm]side her
[Am]Only fuck her if she legal,
I don't [F]break the laws like Tyga
[Am]'Less it's moving LSD, lean,
[F]and shrooms, and [Am]marijuana
If I ever pay for pussy [F]it was
with counterfeit dollars
[Am]Ugly niggas still getting bitches
I'm like the second Shabba
Hit the trigger 'til my [F](fingers blister)
If I [Dm]got a[Am] problem,
paint his top - Dennis Rodman
I'm su[F]perfi[Dm]cial and [F]conscious
[Am]I'm a walking contradiction
I'ma [F]burn in [Dm]hell probably,
but [Am]I'ma keep Satan waiting
I ain't done fornicating with
women in [F]every flavour
Eating [Am]pussy with chop sticks
You [F]know I [G]love my [D]Asians
[Am]You would think,
USC who he play with
Trojan [Dm]helmet on, put her [F]in the backspace
And [Am]then I hit the escape key in [F]the bank
With the Jason mask,
asking where [Am]the safe is
Catch me motorcycle,
black and [F]gold [Am]Letterman
Saint Laurent, leopard print
I stampede [F]any beat
Nigga [Am]I ain't got no preference
I'm setting [F]precedents
while chasing [Am]Presidents
My mic presence is heaven- sent
It's [F]like I [Am]got an extra sense,
no censorship
I'm in my essence, limitless, no blemishes
My penman[Dm]ship, a [F]Erving J,
its just, [Am]always leads to swish
I roll and pick, then blow a [F]zip
[Am]You can blow my dick and
eat my excrement

[Verse 5]
[Am]I smoke [C]to death,
[Am]might lose my ears
Walking dead, can't feel my tears
[F]Fake lov[Am]e in disguise
I repute those that get near
I let my soul fly like fruits from our [F]peers
Got some [Am]questions, I got some weed,
I got some acid
Needlepoint LSD
I got a bad bitch, we could settle fees
And if your eyes open,
there's still more to see
They try to [F]tell me [Am]I was wrong
I'm still looking
Last [F]night I spent a couple hours
[Am]up in Central Bookings
[F]I only had a dub,
but I was [Am]trapping prostitution
Weed, [F]coca [Am]leaves, percs, and LSD
Two hundred for the bottle
Add it up, more for me
Thinking back,
I'm still here it's lovely
Ripping shows and blowing cheese
Oh, you love me? Soon we'll see
Palm [F]trees [Am]and double Ds
They [F]want that old shit?
[Am]Well, fuck [F]y'mean?

[Verse 6]
[Am]Rang, rang
Who that calling?
The money [F]or the fame
[Am]Shit ain't the same since
we crep[F]t in the game
[Am]So I get high and try to maintain[F][Am]
My celly rang, rang

[Verse 7]
Shine on these niggas
Glide on these niggas
Show these niggas what the
business is nigga
Zombie gang nigga
Huh? Zombie gang nigga
Half- dead nigga
We living life nigga
Niggas thought we was dead the way
we living life so crazy man
So trill nigga
Ay, all- time nigga, all- time, uh uh
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