| José Hendrix
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| Huh
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| I been off codeine, I’m still takin' Xanax
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| The Perkies, they callin', I pick up, I answer
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| I bust in her mouth, I’m inhaling this cancer
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| Just poured up a six of some red in a Fanta
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| I might pop a mid and make love to a dancer
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| Bitch like an 8, I be fuckin' 11's
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| But fuck it, tonight I’ma lower my standards
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| Fuck on my bitch from the Chi in Atlanta, uh
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| Won’t see me work, none my shooters on camera
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| Cut off some niggas and went ran my bands up
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| I was just servin' that food from the bando
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| Just bought a carbine with fifty extendo
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| Shoot up the avenue, shoot up a function
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| I might up the bitch and just shoot up for nothin'
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| You go, we gon' go, we gon' shoot out in public
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| Might do Balenci but won’t do no Runner, huh
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| Huh, I get you right to the earth with a button
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| I just give the gesture, won’t be no discussion
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| Then fuck on a bitch I just met out in London
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| I just took a Perc' and it’s pullin' me under
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| Swervin' the work through the rain and the thunder
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| Biscotti the smoke, like to sip in the 'Raris
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| Zip-lining with baddies butt naked in Bali
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| I get aroused when I look at her body
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| I pray to God don’t get stuck with a thottie
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| But keep a few 'round case the police try to find me
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| Gotta keep me some options, this life shit get wocky, huh
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| Save a few checks
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| Then I’ma go Eliantte my neck
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| Fuck around, go and pristine my Patek
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| I’m tryna fuck Angie Vish on the jet
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| Know that lil' pussy get drippity wet
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| Then I’ma go Eliantte my neck
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| Fuck around, go and pristine my Patek
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| I’m tryna fuck Angie Vish on the jet
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| Know that lil' pussy get drippy and wet
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| Made a few, Maison, McQueen how I step
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| Don’t call my phone, said it’s green, I sit back
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| I get you shot up, you bleed out the neck
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| Caught me a stain, now I’m sleepin' on Tech
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| I been off codeine, I’m still takin' Xanax
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| The Perkies, they callin', I pick up, I answer
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| I bust in her mouth, I’m inhaling this cancer
|
| Just poured up a six of some red in a Fanta
|
| I might pop a mid and make love to a dancer
|
| Bitch like an 8, I be fuckin' 11's
|
| But fuck it, tonight I’ma lower my standards
|
| Fuck on my bitch from the Chi in Atlanta, uh
|
| Won’t see me work, none my shooters on camera
|
| Cut off some niggas and went ran my bands up
|
| I was just servin' that food from the bando
|
| Just bought a carbine with fifty extendo
|
| Shoot up the avenue, shoot up a function
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| I might up the bitch and just shoot up for nothin'
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| You go, we gon' go, we gon' shoot out in public
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| Might do Balenci but won’t do no Runner, huh |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bodeine Brazy, artist - Retch. Album song Richer Than The Opps, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп