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calamari and molly - atcreams lyrics

(verse 1: atcreams)
hate your ex, don’t mind ’em just be an assh0l*
you ain’t scared, don’t tote it, just come wrestle
roll the drexel, double d’s, i ain’t mean cuz i stopped looking at you s*xual in the bedroom
i could text chandon off the goose, but i might speak the truth then break a roof in off some dusse mixing with ricardo gouda

young k*o*b*e sharp shoota, no give back so get back luda, please
i’m dipping off of 40 max b. lifted sipping skrong hennessy, now she be sipping atcreams
and she let mе beat it up to the beat. shе be sucking toes she freak. she don’t do this everyday of the week, but she be putting molly in my drink cup full of pink stuff
things i never dream of she just thinks up when’s we f*cked up in my tub with the bub

(chorus: atcreams)
off the alc, the alc, the al, alcohol
off the pop, the popov, might pop off

jimmy beamin’, i’m feenin’ like where the cheese at
underwater with chronic, i’m flipping seagrams

you want it i got it, i’m off a tesla
calamari and molly, i need a heads up

lucy, lucy, who this? i need liquor
captain, yak, and blue strips

(verse 2: atcreams)
finna blow from home, get patron go ghost
lose my dome off of beef eater, sticks i’m stoned
whip the d*ck out she chickened off a rum and coke
now i’m p*ssed off of cristal, i ain’t paying for smoke

hulk hogan a ho she putting toes down her throat, got a bottle of moët and know we finna pour more
talking bottle of vino and she be sucking on cremo, i be dripped in moschino, and sipping vos
v*s*o*ping with europeans this weekend, i be slurring i’m tweaking she twerk it out

girl johnnie walk it out
off the vodka got me talking outta pocket now
off ciroc i’m chopping off with king at waffle house
it ain’t the hottest in the tropics, i need some water, i got cotton mouth

please

demonstrate the birds and the bees, f*ck what you heard bout me
i be pourin’ on the corner in my cut off jeans throwing cs up

why they gotta k!ll they own people. bugsy seegal
3 4 deep sipping 40s, getting lit b*tch. getting loaded
bending trophies, touching toes and making movies striking poses
thinking i’m losing my composure

hoes get cold think she froze up off the doja, i don’t know ya keep the door shut
i need closure
roll one
she like smoking

she a hood b*tch and she pushes
to a dyk* b*tch and she buyin it
vyvanse and xans getting violent
whipped hybrids but she duiing, i hate crying have a line
jimmk2 ain’t spice
i’m with brian what’s the price

off natty light b*tch i’m laying pipe
ain’t finna to die b*tch the p*ssy might

three kamikaze and two suicides
on any night
big corona vibes. i’ll pull a knife for modello time
been off the carter caught her outta line

t dot with the dot 5. blow the stop sign
she a thick b*tch, she got thick thighs
know this d*ck finna slide. on sight

right b*tch

off sniff off miley cyrus
tell her kick rocks lips off my kids
did a dip then dipped off yikkin’

(chorus: atcreams)
off the alc, the alc, the al, alcohol
off the pop, the popov, might pop off

jimmy beamin’, i’m feenin’ like where the cheese at
underwater with chronic, i’m flipping seagrams
you want it i got it, i’m off a tesla
calamari and molly, i need a heads up

lucy, lucy, who this? i need liquor
captain, yak, and blue strips

- atcreams lyrics

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