Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ecstasy Hot Line , by - Nick CatchdubsRelease date: 20.11.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Ecstasy Hot Line |
| Yeah, I still like writin' this whole song |
| I completely forgot to even talk about balloons |
| So shout out to everyone that’s in front of every venue |
| Who’s just fuckin' sucking' down a fuckin' balloon |
| I, I feel y’lake, you know what I’m sayin'? |
| That’s all I really have to say |
| And there’s nothing else that I have to say right before this shit drop |
| But yeah, shout out all of y’all |
| But you know, clean up the streets, we don’t need, uh |
| We don’t need it dirty like that |
| Magnum sipper (Check), candy flipper, acid ripper (Check) |
| Case sniffer,(Check) shroom tipper, that X hitter (Okay) |
| The only blow is Super Nintendo’s, Chrono Trigger (Woo) |
| We only makin' plans for Nigel, happy birthday, nigga |
| Behind the bid, you might reveal the greatest baby face (But still) |
| I down the vodka like it’s Gabanite in '88 |
| The best mistake you ever made like one more Drago |
| Nasty Nigel, the human version of a papa’s bottle (Me) |
| I require all party favors and flavors |
| No Baskin-Robins, I’m robbin' the first nigga that finds me a problem (Give me |
| that) |
| Minor inconvenience (Okay), civil disobedience |
| A hooligan like Julio, and Rubio Sucio (Mwah) |
| Rubirosa último, Umbero mixed with Coogie though (Okay) |
| A baby from the ‘90s, I still blame it all on Rudy, bro (Fuck Rudy Julian) |
| Also blame it on my mom for cleanin' the house to house |
| I was off the mescaline from breathin' through my mouth |
| I’m off the (Ecstasy) |
| Don’t want nobody next to me |
| When I’m rollin' off that (Ecstasy) |
| A little two-step is the recipe |
| Got the best of me |
| I’m off the (Ecstasy) |
| Don’t want nobody next to me |
| When I’m rollin' off that (Ecstasy) |
| A little two-step is the recipe |
| Got the best of me |
| I’m off the— |
| The only dilated we acknowledge is my pupils (Uh-huh) |
| Wait, I mean diluted (Wait), said I’m deluded (Shit) |
| When was the last time y’all niggas had a pressed pill? |
| (When was the last time? |
| When was the last time you really knew how sex feels? |
| (When was the last time?) |
| When was the last time you walked into a spot (Yeah) |
| And your homie Alex dropped a Mitsubishi on your tongue? |
| (Hey) |
| Then proceeded to hit the dex' and proceeded a few more fine (Sure) |
| Wake up in the morning after on the front of New York Times (Okay) |
| I was around like I hit my head (Ding) |
| You at the, um, you at the cleaners ‘cause you shit your bed (Yeah) |
| Maybe one day I’ll go sober (Haha) and drink coffee (Yeah) |
| You can’t stop me (Nah), Papi raved Gaddafi (Bling) |
| The third chemical brother, that’s pure mandies (Yes) |
| So bring you and your friend, then maybe we can flip candy (Do it) |
| My mouth is sandy like I hit the beach all summer (Rockaway) |
| I’m talkin' sandy like findin' a couple used rubbers |
| I’m off the (Ecstasy) |
| Don’t want nobody next to me |
| When I’m rollin' off that (Ecstasy) |
| A little two-step is the recipe |
| Got the best of me |
| I’m off the (Ecstasy) |
| Don’t want nobody next to me |
| When I’m rollin' off that (Ecstasy) |
| A little two-step is the recipe |
| Got the best of me |
| I’m off the— |