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poison! - roderick porter lyrics

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[intro]
yeah
(ji, what the f*ck?)
ayy

[verse 1]
i been getting faded off of medication
oxy’ in my body got me looking like i’m meditating (d*mn)
b*tch, i love drugs, f*ck ronald reagan
see me making bands, ayy, this verse right here a demonstration
i been floating slowly off the balcony
and stinking up the lobby ’cause the motherf*ckin’ loud on me (gas)
made a hundred thousand, why they doubted me?
and know they all up on me ’cause they seeing what i’m ’bout to be
b*tch, i need a beamer and a bentley
foot up on the pedal like a motherf*ckin’ ten speed
porter busting out thе woofers in the hummer
burning rubbеr ’cause i do it like no other
b*tch, stop playing with me

[chorus]
god d*mn (god d*mn)
yeah, i feel like the motherf*ckin’ man (like the man)
went to bed and made a grand (‘nother grand)
now these b*tches tryna get up in my pants
god d*mn, i’m the man (i’m the man)
ooh, went to bed and made another grand (‘nother grand)
all these b*tches tryna get into my pants (in my pants)
but i can tell she only want me for the bands, for the bands, for the bands
[verse 2]
i been making plays, i call it audible
say it to the mic until my motherf*ckin’ wallet full
i been feeling good, feeling phenomenal
’cause i been steady flipping through my paper like a chronicle (d*mn)
mixing up the robins with the owens (with the owens)
smoking lotus, got me stoic (’til i’m stoic)
stirring up this poison ‘fore i pour it
watch it, potion ’bout to turn me to a poet, oh my f*ckin’ god
b*tch, i’m like sosa
really, really hate it when i’m sober
keep a ziploc of the dolja (gas)
i been soaking clovers from october ’til october (burr)

[chorus]
god d*mn (god d*mn)
yeah, i feel like the motherf*ckin’ man (like the man)
went to bed and made a grand (‘nother grand)
now these b*tches tryna get up in my pants
god d*mn, i’m the man (i’m the man)
ooh, went to bed and made another grand (‘nother grand)
all these b*tches tryna get into my pants (in my pants)
but i can tell she only want me for the bands, for the bands, for the bands

[outro]
for the motherf*ckin’ bands, for the motherf*ckin’ bands
mm
for the motherf*ckin’ bands, for the motherf*ckin’ bands
ayy, ayy
yeah
yeah
f*ck yeah
get this all recorded
woo
woo
woo
hahaha

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