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fool's gold - dxr lyrics

f*ck!
supercat′s in here, and now i’m in my gut
i got all this indica it give me sumn

i can not sleep without it, thc i′m filling up
i got all my rubes, these turpentines they in my scent
you know i get it back like bruce wayne, way i’m heaven sent (uh)
told her fix a line and now i mix it up
mix and match like i ain’t get ambitious with my sippy cup (uh)
all these little b*tches need they sippy cup
can not get enough of codeine fiends, they really mix it up
feeling like a penguin, i win like sidney crosby on the ice
when i be skating hockey pucks they on my mind, uh
i got bottle service coming in, they popping up
i′m just piping new b*tches with the 7 up
i got sprite on me from mcdonald′s cuz
feeling real fuzzy like a tv when the signal cut (uh, yeah)

i’m geeked up, i′m out of my mind, sosa
new trackhawk, i’m in my prime
colombiano with the oceans, yeah i′m in my mind (uh)
what, you in here with miami? lil dutty, you double the fine (uh)
what you want say to me, lil b*tch, you in my prime
i know you witness all this nonsense, and it’s out my mind
me and snoop dogg rolled up by the benz
he c*ck back with it, and he eat with friends (yeah)
big baller benz once again
it′s the big baller brand both b*lls in my hand
like alonzo when i’m f*cking mourning
for your b*tch cause she’s riding on me
yeah, she door dance
and she floor dance
it′s some doordash
with some more cash (uh)
f*ck your b*tch and get that rest for nora bass
my pockets they looking fat as norbit (uh)
i get your b*tch on top of me and she gon *rg*sm
i got her spazzing with no hands, i′m a magician
playing tricks with all that p*ssy, oops, lil b*tch i’m a vagician
shoutout big sean, from the d, f*ck that b*tch my melody
ima eat it, focus up, cause b*tch you can not ride with me
with a white b*tch, uh, or a wh0re please
order four more of these and i need orgies (uh)
i ain′t pimp c, i ain’t bun b
i freak a boss b*tch with the homie that ain′t round me
pass her off like i’m chris paul to the homie
hit a three like i′m curry, klay or od
odb with the homies, yeah, the rowes please
feel like danny brown, my tooth missing, but i’m gold g

- dxr lyrics

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