Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Codeine, artist - BeatKing. Album song Club God 4, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 02.02.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: C3Entertainment
Song language: English
Codeine |
| RIP DJ Screw |
| Hold up, I’m swinging off that off side |
| Bopping soft side |
| Two fifteen’s in the truck |
| You hit me outside |
| Pistol on my dick |
| Wing stop on my right side |
| H -Town, trill nigga put these holes in |
| When I was broke they use to curve |
| Now it’s so easy |
| Get that bread, get that head |
| Then these Hoes leave |
| They were suppose to hit records worth DoughBeezy |
| We be in and out of traffic |
| Swinging down that two ninety |
| Finna hit up D T Blanco |
| She got Hoes look like Rihanna |
| Club Godzilla bitch I just keep them comments |
| Bitch I’m tipping down |
| And your bitch how she sucking dick |
| Another bitch behind |
| Hold up |
| Would you run |
| If I took two to the ground |
| I be dealing with this shit |
| So I’m bracing every sip |
| Who gonna call me up |
| See I’m ready to reach the pello yellow I’m in love |
| Pineapple chunk stains on my tongue |
| Getting further and beyond |
| Got this thing called Deno |
| She’s so raw, better see her |
| That crushed pills called soda |
| Little more ice make it colder |
| Bitch I’m holy like a pastor |
| It’s that nine age school |
| Choosing war over liquor |
| Pulling bras like I miss you |
| Unable to transcribe the line; |
| words are not clear |
| Body hot and I rock you up |
| Reminiscing on that acu rush |
| Unable to transcribe the line; |
| words are not clear |
| We on that codeine |
| First time pull out the coop |
| Then I drop the roof |
| And then I chunk the deuce |
| Before I dunk a deuce |
| And that juice they were sipping that’s screw house |
| But, before I sip the cup |
| I roll a switcher up to roll a new ounce |
| I know screw in heaven on a blue couch |
| Get my tongue and then I lick my gums |
| When I’m sipping like when kids pull a tooth out |
| Truth out, me I’mma sip till I can’t no more |
| It look bate, but it ain’t no more |
| And even if you find a bread |
| You can’t afford to buy it |
| You don’t even wanna know the price of paying go for |
| Now the whole on red from here to Homestead |
| Boys calling for a telephone dead |
| And if you really sip codeine |
| You know that when you get old lean |
| The other two don’t add |
| So please stay the fuck from round me |
| Only fuck with day one’s |
| Remember back then when I use to fuck with play guns |
| And roll up Reggie |
| I don’t scared the hell of you |
| But now I smoke so much buns |
| You would think I got eight lungs |
| And stacks so much bags |
| You would think that I beg buns |
| I’m done making friends unless they helping me making funs |
| Tried to quit sipping but a nigga had no luck |
| So when this verse over Imma poll me a phonebook |
| Sipping codeine nigga |
| No beef |