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27 club - cody manson lyrics

[intro: cody manson]
this a $crim beat!
we’re the dead rockstars, do the best drugs! trife life!
dj $crim with that 808!

[post*chorus: cody manson & jamie madrox]
throwin’ dead presidents on a dead b*tch
throwin’ dead presidents on a dead b*tch
throwin’ dead presidents on a dead b*tch
welcome to the 27 club

[verse 1: cody manson]
three*three hits got me lit, call me sid vicious
turn your neck for a minute, now your b*tch missing
take her to the crib, knock it out the park, ken griffey
i be dunkin’ on these hoes like i’m blake griffin
i be on that gang sh*t even though i don’t bang sets
make it rain, call me rain man, don’t need a rain check (nah)
hit her with the raincoat, then i got some head next
purple drank, purple haze, i feel like jimi hendrix
b*big gas, fit racks in the rubber band
he said he got some beef with me but i ain’t never heard of him
let off thirty shots, watch him try to do the running man
caught him on fire, turn the party into burning man
i ain’t * i ain’t mean to flash out, i ain’t into trickin’ but tonight i’m ’bout to cash out
party pack of pills not for sale, just to pass out
better drink some water ‘fore you f*ck around and pass out
[chorus: cody manson]
’cause we’re the dead rockstars, do the best drugs (do the best drugs)
they’re succubus b*tches with split tongues (with split tongues)
there’s some hating from the heathens and the thugs, welcome to the 27 club
ayy!

[post*chorus: cody manson & jamie madrox]
throwin’ dead presidents on a dead b*tch
throwin’ dead presidents on a dead b*tch
throwin’ dead presidents on a dead b*tch
welcome to the 27 club

[verse 2: keith stoned]
grab my cup, crack the seal, then pour it in
the door’s always open for us like jim morrison
she got vampire bites and a split tongue
slit my wrist, let her drink my blood
whole gang mob in this b*tch, that’s the walking dead
kurt cobain takin’ straight shots to the head
throwin’ racks on her ass, that’s a blue moon
seein’ stars everywhere, then i look in the room
should have been dead years ago like keith richards
doin’ laced cocaine, takin’ hits with mac miller
all these drugs are a1, sippin’ on some redrum
twenty*seven white lighters so don’t get lit up
pull up in a he*rs* (he*rs*), just got it out the dealership
can’t pay to get in, you gotta have a membership
me and fredo in the cut, rollin’ up h*lla blunts
this the only place that we go to turn up
yeah! yuh!
[chorus: cody manson]
’cause we’re the dead rockstars, do the best drugs (do the best drugs)
they’re succubus b*tches with split tongues (with split tongues)
there’s some hating from the heathens and the thugs, welcome to the 27 club
ayy!

[post*chorus: cody manson & jamie madrox]
throwin’ dead presidents on a dead b*tch
throwin’ dead presidents on a dead b*tch
throwin’ dead presidents on a dead b*tch
welcome to the 27 club

[verse 3: jamie madrox]
her booty look like square, flesh poppin’ through fishnets, dead presidents on her biscuits
she whispered in my ear that the way i was spittin’, i could smash her cake and frost on her meniscus
club 27, got the dead presidents, grim reaper creepin’ all up in the residence
you ever laughed with the dying in the strobe light with shots after shots for the whole night?
sweatin’ liquor on the dance floor, blowin’ kisses like she wants a piece of what’s up in my cat shorts?
i’m a maniac of all sorts, i pack you up in some carry*ons and leave you at the airport
hit a nasty little business*class ho, with a luggage rack, you ain’t nothin’ sassy no more
now they notice, they noticin’ the game change
club 27 at the plug, we’re the f*ckin’ main game

[chorus: cody manson]
’cause we’re the dead rockstars, do the best drugs (do the best drugs)
they’re succubus b*tches with split tongues (with split tongues)
there’s some hating from the heathens and the thugs, welcome to the 27 club
ayy!
[post*chorus: cody manson & jamie madrox]
throwin’ dead presidents on a dead b*tch
throwin’ dead presidents on a dead b*tch
throwin’ dead presidents on a dead b*tch
welcome to the 27 club

[outro: cody manson]
sometimes i ride the white tiger
i’m so high i can’t get no higher
if you’re dyin’ but i just got with her
when i die they’ll find a white lighter
sometimes i ride the white tiger
i’m so high i can’t get no higher
if you’re dyin’ but i just got with her
when i die they’ll find a white lighter

- cody manson lyrics

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