Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Rx (Pharmaceutical Representative) , by - Chetta. Release date: 06.07.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Rx (Pharmaceutical Representative) |
| Yuh |
| They think I got a problem |
| I can’t tell you where I got 'em |
| All I know is how to pop 'em |
| I just leave three |
| I’ma stop 'em |
| Gettin' reckless off narcotics |
| Clonidine I forgot 'em |
| Feelin' every time I swallow |
| I just finished off a bottle |
| Live my life in full throttle |
| Eatin' molly with some models |
| At my house just like a brothel |
| Gotta find me like a fossil |
| I’m feelin' off a wing tip |
| Fly shit |
| Get yo' head of yo' wings clipped |
| Ah |
| A-addy got me focused |
| Lost my mind and now I’m hopeless |
| Took a perc |
| I feel ferocious |
| Sipping codeine |
| Thought you noticed? |
| I just poured up a few doses |
| And it’s like a hostess |
| You ain’t popping? |
| Oh you bogus |
| Countin' commas |
| No emotions |
| Genocidal |
| My opponent |
| Dropped the potion in my soda |
| Green light I’m off the yoda |
| Eat my volume with a soma |
| You can take it how you wanna take it |
| This shit I been feeling like I fucking made it |
| outside of my mind |
| With the eyes of the blind |
| You don’t see but we clutchin' (ooo) |
| Thirty inside |
| Got $crimmy inside |
| And we choppin' these pills by the two (ooo) |
| Take your insides |
| Leave 'em hanging outside |
| Like a art exhibition we do (ooo) |
| Cookin' inside |
| Sell it all outside |
| This is just what hustlers do (ooo) |
| Breaking down a brick just to bag a bitch up |
| Breaking down your chance |
| You can try your own luck |
| Spend it in advance |
| Can’t save a fuckin' buck |
| (ahh) Don’t jump back |
| Try n' triple up |
| Try n' triple up |
| Three six flow |
| Walkin' out the trap feelin' ten foot tall |
| Take you off the map like an old ass road |
| Pull a kick doe |
| Who tryna get exposed? |
| Prayers for the weak |
| Sinnin' all week |
| Really I could give a fuck what you think |
| Fuck what you teach |
| Fuck what you speak |
| I’m with a dime piece getting sucked like a leach |
| Kick it to the curb |
| That’s blood on the street |
| Givin' up my word |
| Let me practice what I preach |
| Feeling berserk when I’m off of the Z’s |
| Off of the green (SHEESH) |
| Put wire on my bat-a |
| Rata-ta-ta |
| The chetta will make your heart line flat-a |
| Flip them bodies like acrobat-a |
| Cock that gat-a |
| Brains will splatta |
| Organs scatta |
| Then leave all the rest for the fucking birds to scrap on (and on, and on) |
| You know the $carecrow paints a vivid picture |
| I blow my smoke up off the bible’s scriptures |
| Speaking in code whenever my phone line tick-a's |
| Riding the silk road in to blood red rivers |