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floating - d savage lyrics

[intro]
(oh my god, poolboy)

[chorus: d savage]
b*tch, i’m floating on this pill, i don’t wanna come down
got your main b*tch in my phone and she trying to f*ck now
i just poured an eight with ochoe and we smoking out the pound
b*tch keep acting clueless, you gon’ catch a hundred rounds
b*tch, i’m floating on this pill, i don’t wanna come down
got your main b*tch in my phone and she trying to f*ck now
i just poured an eight with ochoe and we smoking out the pound
b*tch keep acting clueless, you gon’ catch a hundred rounds

[verse 1: ochoe]
you gon’ catch a hundred rounds right now
you gon’ man down right now
p*ssy boy, you better pipe down right now
i be really off the drugs
migos hit my cellphones, i be really with the plugs right
i might pop another pint right now
i might pour up in a sprite right now
so f*ck what them p*ssies talking ’bout
pouring out this peach mint, they can’t tell you what this real act’ ’bout right now
it’s five hundred for the line right now
pop another pint right now
[chorus: d savage]
b*tch, i’m floating on this pill, i don’t wanna come down
got your main b*tch in my phone and she trying to f*ck now
i just poured an eight with ochoe and we smoking out the pound
b*tch keep acting clueless, you gon’ catch a hundred rounds
b*tch, i’m floating on this pill, i don’t wanna come down
got your main b*tch in my phone and she trying to f*ck now
i just poured an eight with ochoe and we smoking out the pound
b*tch keep acting clueless, you gon’ catch a hundred rounds

[verse 2: dc2trill]
he gon’ catch a hundred rounds
n*gga looking over like he know me from ’round town
smoking on that dolja and i gotta smoke alone
please don’t come over if that b*tch don’t got a thong
me and ochoe poured a eight up
can’t stay and have your p*ssy ’cause i’m getting to the paper
see you later
cutting n*ggas off just like a taper
smoking on that og gas, you’d swear it’s from jamaica
d*mn, b*tch, quit the cap, you know who we are
poured a eight up, it got me in the stars (yeah, you dig?)
b*tch, i’m a dog, i don’t need a vet
f*ck on that b*tch, then i ask, “who’s next?”
run up that cash and i run up a check, yeah
[chorus: d savage]
b*tch, i’m floating on this pill, i don’t wanna come down
got your main b*tch in my phone and she trying to f*ck now
i just poured an eight with ochoe and we smoking out the pound
b*tch keep acting clueless, you gon’ catch a hundred rounds
b*tch, i’m floating on this pill, i don’t wanna come down
got your main b*tch in my phone and she trying to f*ck now
i just poured an eight with ochoe and we smoking out the pound
b*tch keep acting clueless, you gon’ catch a hundred rounds

- d savage lyrics

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