| Promethazine and Codeine
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| Actavis and Hi-Tech
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| Promethazine and Codeine
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| Actavis and Hi-Tech
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| Actavis and Hi-Tech
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| Actavis and Hi-Tech
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| Driving down the H Town
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| In that Aston Martin
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| In that Aston Martin
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| In that Aston Martin
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| Feel so ill
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| Need to refill my prescription
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| Refill my prescription
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| Refill my prescription
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| Ride around the city
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| With the bands in the trunk
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| With the bands in the trunk
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| With the bands in the trunk
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| I’m floating on a cloud
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| And I can’t come down
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| Turn back up now
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| I’m seeing spaceships loaded
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| Feeling good cause I rock and roll it
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| It hit me like a bomb
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| I exploded
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| Every time I break the seal I swear I can’t control it
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| I be like hold up (hold it)
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| Hold up (hold it)
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| Hold up (hold it) (hold it)
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| I go and see my doctor for that special feelin'
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| He wanna get my prescription, it’s a better livin'
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| Fuck the police, they just tryin’a get somebody dealing
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| I’m throwing money everywhere. |
| I’m sick. |
| I need some healing
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| (FABO! OH!)
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| I’ll reverse
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| Two dolls in the room getting freaky with the nuts
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| New experimental drugs, and now she wanna twerk
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| So what the fuck make you come
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| Slow it down and speed it up
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| This is for the hippies who don’t really give a fuck
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| This is screwed up
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| Now put your hands up
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| Go straight out the bar while I double my cup
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| Geek all-stars, they don’t do it like us
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| I got a superstar swag with a hollywood touch
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| Pimp with a limp
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| Take em to church
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| «Fabo, you leaning'»
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| Thank you very much!
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| Pour it up motherfucka
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| Let me get another line
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| Look at the dime
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| And look at me shine
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| And look at the club, they’ll all rewind us
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| Scotty, beam me up!
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| It’s perfect timing
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| I wanna get geeked up in France
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| And ride around the country with the bands
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| Turn up as soon as I land
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| On promethazine and codeine, doing my dance
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| I party hard, take some more
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| Can’t stop until they throw me out the door
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| Pass out. |
| Wake up and play football, baby
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| Watch me score
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| I’m rich, I can’t be ignored
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| I’m too extravagant and I explore
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| And everything I do, I do it galore
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| I’m international. |
| Turn up some more
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| Houston we have a problem
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| I to help me solve them
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| , Rossi. |
| Take all of them real bag guys, play above the rim
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| Bumping weight like I ache in the gym
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| Don’t blow my high, it might get a little grim
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| No survivor, your chances are slim
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| If they hate on drink then don’t fuck with them |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 51 Bandz , by - Brodinski. Song from the album Brava, in the genre Электроника