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Piss Test (feat. EL-P, Flatbush Zombies, Flosstradamus, Jim Jones & Juicy J) [Remix]

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A-Trak ft. Juicy J, Jim Jones, Flatbush Zombies, El-P & Flosstradamus - Piss Test (Remix) [OFFICIAL]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
A-Trak
A-Trak
Band
EL-P
EL-P
Band
Juicy J
Juicy J
Band
Flatbush Zombies
Flatbush Zombies
Band
Jim Jones
Jim Jones
Band
Flosstradamus
Flosstradamus
Remixer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Flatbush Zombies
Flatbush Zombies
Songwriter
Alain Macklovitch
Alain Macklovitch
Songwriter
Jordan Michael Houston
Jordan Michael Houston
Songwriter
Joseph Jones
Joseph Jones
Songwriter
Jaime Meline
Jaime Meline
Songwriter
Joshua Young
Joshua Young
Songwriter
Curt Cameruci
Curt Cameruci
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
A-Trak
A-Trak
Producer
Flosstradamus
Flosstradamus
Producer

Lyrics

Let's go
Fuck a P.O., fuck a piss test
Fuck a P.O., fuck a piss test
Fuck a P.O., fuck a piss test
Been gettin' trippy since I was born and I ain't dead yet
Fuck a P.O., fuck a piss test
Fuck a P.O., fuck a piss test
Fuck a P.O., fuck a piss test
Been gettin' trippy since I was born and I ain't dead yet
My main partner on life parole
He don't give a fuck, every night we roll
Big blunts, big guns, so that first motherfucker that like to go
No curfew, fuck 9 o' clock
You can't see the time on this shiny watch
Matters fact, it's time to rock and it looks like my time is stuck
'Cause it's so frozen, I'm so cold, slow it down, I'm so throwed
Oh oh, those P.O.s be poppin' up any time of day
Violate, that's 90 days, violate, this nine'll spray
Either one is not a good look, matters fact, get a good look
I'm getting money, fuck a piss test
Left the club and I piss Moët
You should keep your bitch in check
'Fore I drop my top while she givin' neck
I'm in Detroit with that iron, pack the heat more like a Lion
You would say that I'm lying
Pack them guns everywhere we flying
Fuck a P.O., fuck a piss test
Fuck a P.O., fuck a piss test
Fuck a P.O., fuck a piss test
Been gettin' trippy since I was born and I ain't dead yet
Fuck a P.O., fuck a piss test
Fuck a P.O., fuck a piss test
Fuck a P.O., fuck a piss test
Been gettin' trippy since I was born and I ain't dead yet
Weed, shrooms, LSD, even got that Keenan Ivory
E pills for the feel, sleeping pills for nighty nighty
Her vagina tight-y
I lick all over, flip off all over, then I climb inside-y
Shit I'm smoking be so potent I'm floating out my body
Watch her, kiss her
Liquor, then lick her, this liquor, I'm slizzard, my ****
My life is like basketball, run, shoot, and stealing
This bitch I'm with so wet she should come equipped with gills
Trippy is as trippy does
Acid drops up in my cup
Biggest blunt of that super skunk
It's the gold fang wearing (Zombie)
Sour Diesel blowing (Zombie)
Leopard flag hanging out my pocket while I'm floating
Zombies juicy, ay Trizzy, we trippy, fuck a piss test
What you know about that, hash oil, potent oil?
Mixed it up, got my brain all stuck
I'm trippy though if you ain't know
When I'm on? LSD on the tongue
Speaking tongues got her freaking off
So what you know about this? Candy flipping be the shit
500 degrees in here, stay burning up weed, fuck them seeds
That's no release, we high timing
You little leagues smoking bush weed
No comparing, nothing the same
Nothing compared to the blood in my veins
All the shit I get tamed, smoking that dank
Mary be mine, look at the time
Enter the league of divine, eyes on the prize after the sky
Fuck my P.O. and your P.O., smoke it like it's legal
Zombie, give me brain, suck me, join that trippy train
Fuck a P.O., fuck a piss test
Fuck a P.O., fuck a piss test
Fuck a P.O., fuck a piss test
Been gettin' trippy since I was born and I ain't dead yet
Fuck a P.O., fuck a piss test
Fuck a P.O., fuck a piss test
Fuck a P.O., fuck a piss test
Been gettin' trippy since I was born and I ain't dead yet
One thing about El Product
These fucks gotta put into their brain is
Pain by the pound been the model for millennia, fucko
Never been sane or benevolent, no
Get the hole in your faceplate stucco’d
Rode in to the frame on an elephant, scoundrel
Talking that "Road House" throat rip, spin in to a pirouette
Dope sick gunner with a numb heart pounding
Spit a mint leaf dosage
Dosed in the most utmost potent, oh shit
Walk to the most hounding sounding
Little fish in an ocean of piss
Get twisted and tangled and mangled on principal
Your whole squadron’ll kitty cat scream
When I alf ‘em, down ‘em, eat ‘em up, ralph ‘em
How come outcomes
Even in the best bets, placed are debased when a veteran BK
Bent to the bone chip, start to get a notion to smoke shit
Focus, motherfuck a P.O., C.O, CEO
And any other minion of the long armed evil
With a habit of a tight grip chokin’
Hoping the masses are broken
Shit's about to get real trippy, let's go kids (Let's go)
Written by: Alain Macklovitch, Curt Cameruci, Daniel Sewell, Flatbush Zombies, Jaime Meline, Jordan Houston, Joseph Jones, Joshua Young
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