| RIP DJ Screw
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| Hold up, I’m swinging off that off side
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| Bopping soft side
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| Two fifteen’s in the truck
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| You hit me outside
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| Pistol on my dick
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| Wing stop on my right side
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| H -Town, trill nigga put these holes in
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| When I was broke they use to curve
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| Now it’s so easy
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| Get that bread, get that head
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| Then these Hoes leave
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| They were suppose to hit records worth DoughBeezy
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| We be in and out of traffic
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| Swinging down that two ninety
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| Finna hit up D T Blanco
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| She got Hoes look like Rihanna
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| Club Godzilla bitch I just keep them comments
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| Bitch I’m tipping down
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| And your bitch how she sucking dick
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| Another bitch behind
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| Hold up
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| Would you run
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| If I took two to the ground
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| I be dealing with this shit
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| So I’m bracing every sip
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| Who gonna call me up
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| See I’m ready to reach the pello yellow I’m in love
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| Pineapple chunk stains on my tongue
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| Getting further and beyond
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| Got this thing called Deno
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| She’s so raw, better see her
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| That crushed pills called soda
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| Little more ice make it colder
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| Bitch I’m holy like a pastor
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| It’s that nine age school
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| Choosing war over liquor
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| Pulling bras like I miss you
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| words are not clear
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| Body hot and I rock you up
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| Reminiscing on that acu rush
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| words are not clear
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| We on that codeine
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| First time pull out the coop
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| Then I drop the roof
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| And then I chunk the deuce
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| Before I dunk a deuce
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| And that juice they were sipping that’s screw house
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| But, before I sip the cup
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| I roll a switcher up to roll a new ounce
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| I know screw in heaven on a blue couch
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| Get my tongue and then I lick my gums
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| When I’m sipping like when kids pull a tooth out
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| Truth out, me I’mma sip till I can’t no more
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| It look bate, but it ain’t no more
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| And even if you find a bread
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| You can’t afford to buy it
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| You don’t even wanna know the price of paying go for
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| Now the whole on red from here to Homestead
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| Boys calling for a telephone dead
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| And if you really sip codeine
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| You know that when you get old lean
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| The other two don’t add
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| So please stay the fuck from round me
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| Only fuck with day one’s
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| Remember back then when I use to fuck with play guns
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| And roll up Reggie
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| I don’t scared the hell of you
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| But now I smoke so much buns
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| You would think I got eight lungs
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| And stacks so much bags
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| You would think that I beg buns
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| I’m done making friends unless they helping me making funs
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| Tried to quit sipping but a nigga had no luck
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| So when this verse over Imma poll me a phonebook
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| Sipping codeine nigga
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| No beef |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Codeine , by - BeatKing. Song from the album Club God 4, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп