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painkillerz - sweet petey lyrics

one take this b-tch…

[verse 1]
yo, i crush paink!llers, snort them up my nose
plus i smoke and a drink so i be f-cking gone
i took your girl for potato wedges and sloppy joes
and now she slip me lots of tongue with my huaraches on
irony just tickles me, literally
everything is on my way, but nothing ever gets to me
knowing sh-t ain’t like me so everybody spits to me
girl, you should enroll your mouth into my d-ck school of dentistry
and you look like you probably would p-ss it
i get twisted like the bottom of a chapstick
i paid for head with the profit from my last fl!ck
cause i’m a big dog, bullmastiff
you f-cking poodle, you’re out your noodle
eat you like a toaster strudel
talkin’ the whole kit and kaboodle
they say that i was f-cked up as a kid, yeah that more coo coo
had me seeing counselors, because of the pictures that i’mma doodle
when i would be bored in cl-ss and sh-t
tried not to fall asleep, i was high as h-ll when i came to school
i was fly as h-ll when i hit the streets
see, i be backing all my teachers
getting them to teach me under them bleachers
dog, first lunch i’mma get free pizza
n-gga, yo girl ain’t safe, i beat the beaver
i chief the reefer, i blow
i don’t need to see my p.o
i said god d-mn girl you shallow so at least keep a deep throat
and you can chief the reefer we blow
i don’t need to see my p.o
i said god d-mn girl you shallow so at least keep a deep throat
and we’ll be good

[hook]
baby girl, if you ain’t smoking you should probably get the f-ck out my ride
cause i’m about to light that stick of icky, sweetie yous about to be high
we’re the young n-ggas getting money
we young n-ggas getting money
we young n-ggas getting money
so pick color, go pick a flavor
we about to sh-t on all the neighbors
we young n-ggas getting money
b-tch, we young n-ggas getting money

[verse 2]
yeah, check me out
i go through life like i’m gon live for ever
playing around like my girl gonna put up with sh-t forever
like they ain’t no other n-ggas out here living better
but extra inches on the d-ck and bigger cheddar, f-ck it
i gets down for minor times to ya
twist up the buddha, strategize and then maneuver
nickel f, like nickelodeon the way i school ya
and a wild nick at night, made a bunch of nick juniors
won’t be as sh-t you may see at macy’s
pockets on fat boy, heavy on my gravy
y’all be overeager, going like eighty
i’m at a slow crawl, like a r-t-rded baby
cause i, take smoke to the head, so f-ck your rhyme war
my eyes red as a b-tch, i’m like a cyborg
i almost died a few times, but came alive more
found the beauty in an eye sore
i’m talking cotton candy kush, multiple flavors
and sh-t i’m smoking so loud, i woke up the neighbors
mama told me work on my unruly behavior
but f-ck this sh-t i smoke is so loud, i just woke up the neighbors
god d-mn

[hook]

- sweet petey lyrics

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