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caviar - kissmyacid lyrics

[verse: kissmyacid]
caviar in cadillacs
smoking purple in the raf
got my mans, he drivin to la
so we can cop the pack
got my b*tch up in the back
smokin reefer by the sack
yeah, you smell the gas around our whip
cause it be burning fast
just like burnout, make a dash
tuner sneak and make a pass
neon signs they pass in’ by
my perc be peakin, then i crash
scottie pippen in the streets
screamin, yo, f*ck the police
f*ck they daughters
make them lose their minds
then shoot’em in their sleep
f*ck the 12 they always creep
‘round canoga, gates they keep
gates of h*ll, they never want me out
demonic in the jeep
gothic shawty, what you need?
is it xannies, is it weed?
well it better be the latter, ‘cause these zombies
i don’t feed
[chorus: kissmyacid]
f*ck these xans, go get some sleep
while i count my bankroll
count z’s instead of x’s
stop sippin karo
stop messin’ with your head
before we shoot lead in your skull
‘cause you never pay in full
you don’t even own your soul
f*ck these xans, go get some sleep
while i count my bankroll
count z’s instead of x’s
stop sippin karo
stop messin’ with your head
before we shoot lead in your skull
cause you never pay in full
you don’t even own your soul

[verse: el sol]
blood diamonds on my wrist
smokin pack that smell like p*ss
and these b*tches hatin on me
cause i’m ignorant in bliss
service slugs on my t**th
so you know i got a lisp
pop perc, pop xans
with the lean, so i mix
i was running up a check
i was tryna f*ckin’ flex
and you f*ckin with my cl!ck
man, i swear, you f*ckin’ next
i’m a pull up with the tec
i’m a put one your neck
i’m a hit it from the back
as if we never met
i’m a pull up with the chop
i ain’t f*ckin with no thot
if she ask what’s in my cup
so i told her, straight drop
they was flipping on the block
i was juggin’ with my glock
i was flippin’ on the pack
i was mixin re rock
got a mask on my face
and designer on my waist
got a ruler on my clip
i’m a spray it, like some mace
shawty on my line
but i don’t even do the dates
i’m just tryna shine
f*ck 12, n*gga, race
b*tches hating on me they don’t blame no f*cking set
dial on my shooter and tell ‘em to get you wet
strap on my side, b*tch, i feel like boba fett
pray for my enemies, b*tch, i am a threat
[verse: kissmyacid]
god d*mn, i’m insane
‘cause freaky b*tches don’t do me no good
need a proper b*tch, 6*6*6 woods
and my main b*tch
p*ssy taste like roses in the dirt
yeah i’m goin in
never give up until she be squirt in’
she like, “you a sin”
baby, i’m an angel in disguise
now let’s begin
let me start by cursing in your thighs
baby got no heart
but i got no brain
i’m made of tin
where the wizard at?
probly sell in’ ps and holdin gats
this is where it at
baby, ain’t you glad you made it in?
welcome to la
gon’ be weeks till you get binned
just the other day
walking down the street
i found a bag of yay
in it was the message that describe the pain you feel today:
fetty petty dreams
cause the rent is due, it seems
and the seams in your beam
got burnholes from the team
f*ck you mean, your cuisine is only lean?
need that protein in your veins
lest you wanna be remains
what a shame
[chorus: kissmyacid]
f*ck these xans, go get some sleep
while i count my bankroll
count z’s instead of x’s
stop sippin karo
stop messin’ with your head
before we shoot lead in your skull
‘cause you never pay in full
you don’t even own your soul
f*ck these xans, go get some sleep
while i count my bankroll
count z’s instead of x’s
stop sippin karo
stop messin’ with your head
before we shoot lead in your skull
cause you never pay in full
you don’t even own your soul

- kissmyacid lyrics

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