bodeine brazy - retch lyrics
[intro]
josé hendrix
huh
[chorus]
i been off codeine, i’m still takin’ xanax
the perkies, they callin’, i pick up, i answer
i bust in her mouth, i’m inhaling this cancer
just poured up a six of some red in a fanta
i might pop a mid and make love to a dancer
b-tch like an 8, i be f-ckin’ 11’s
but f-ck it, tonight i’ma lower my standards
f-ck on my b-tch from the chi in atlanta, uh
won’t see me work, none my shooters on camera
cut off some n-ggas and went ran my bands up
i was just servin’ that food from the bando
just bought a carbine with fifty extendo
shoot up the avenue, shoot up a function
i might up the b-tch and just shoot up for nothin’
you go, we gon’ go, we gon’ shoot out in public
might do balenci but won’t do no runner, huh
[verse]
huh, i get you right to the earth with a b-tton
i just give the gesture, won’t be no discussion
then f-ck on a b-tch i just met out in london
i just took a perc’ and it’s pullin’ me under
swervin’ the work through the rain and the thunder
biscotti the smoke, like to sip in the ‘raris
zip-lining with baddies b-tt naked in bali
i get aroused when i look at her body
i pray to god don’t get stuck with a thottie
but keep a few ’round case the police try to find me
gotta keep me some options, this life sh-t get wocky, huh
save a few checks
then i’ma go eliantte my neck
f-ck around, go and pristine my patek
i’m tryna f-ck angie vish on the jet
know that lil’ p-ssy get drippity wet
then i’ma go eliantte my neck
f-ck around, go and pristine my patek
i’m tryna f-ck angie vish on the jet
know that lil’ p-ssy get drippy and wet
made a few, maison, mcqueen how i step
don’t call my phone, said it’s green, i sit back
i get you shot up, you bleed out the neck
caught me a stain, now i’m sleepin’ on tech
[chorus]
i been off codeine, i’m still takin’ xanax
the perkies, they callin’, i pick up, i answer
i bust in her mouth, i’m inhaling this cancer
just poured up a six of some red in a fanta
i might pop a mid and make love to a dancer
b-tch like an 8, i be f-ckin’ 11’s
but f-ck it, tonight i’ma lower my standards
f-ck on my b-tch from the chi in atlanta, uh
won’t see me work, none my shooters on camera
cut off some n-ggas and went ran my bands up
i was just servin’ that food from the bando
just bought a carbine with fifty extendo
shoot up the avenue, shoot up a function
i might up the b-tch and just shoot up for nothin’
you go, we gon’ go, we gon’ shoot out in public
might do balenci but won’t do no runner, huh
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