| Yuh
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| Jody bond in this bitch as I recline like a fifth
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| Had to double check my wrist make sure it was still frostbit
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| Got a aquaberry fist, a ruby red rolex
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| Codeine Castle in Las Vegas but my body from Texas
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| Thirsty haters try to sue me while I chill in jacuzzi
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| Playin' Sega, clutchin' Uzi, chop your block Freddy Krueger
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| Drinkin' and Drivin', drop my top off a bottle
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| They’re like «RiFF you need a chauffeur»
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| I’m like «no bitch, I got it»
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| It’s the white Pat Ewing, sippin' syrup wit ya sis
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| I broke down so many bricks you coulda balled for the Knicks
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| Sprinkle snow in the swisher, yep I’m blowin' preemo
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| Peach Panther step through the door smellin' like a kilo
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| Big plans, rock rubies on my right hand
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| Who dis, who the 6'2 butterscotch prince with the blue wrist
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| RiFF
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| Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay
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| Fell off in the spot
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| I got me two of these badass bitches
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| Cop a whip, I flex a pic
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| I crashed it faded off the Henny fifth
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| Stupid wet washed me off my neck
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| Lube it ‘till ya rust that lambo, dope
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| Popped it called it with the rose gold
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| Let no bomb, knocking off tiny bitches I’m 'bout the business
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| I need riches killing anyway they figure
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| Fuck you saying man
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| The laid back way I stay at with your baby mama
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| With the drama, topped off in the candy panty
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| Call and collecting duckets
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| I’m with the fuck shit
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| Slime season, bustin', boy I need that brick
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| Boys about to pop the top
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| Pull up gotta chop my whip
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| Model bitch you know she wet
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| She booted off the percocets
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| Xan man, do yo dance and be the set
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| You bitch
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| Full clip, hot shit in my Smith & Wesson
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| Young rich, hot star you are not in my session
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| Margiela, Prada steppin' while we in a recession
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| Codeine counselors can’t sip in a session
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| I can pull up in a drop-top and on any block
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| If I hit it then I went in, he gon' meet the chalk
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| Hollow shits in the dick, boom, pop shot
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| Feds knockin' at the trap like nah nah
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| I just skrrted off in the 'rari, baby boo I’m sorry
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| I be twisted off the lean, boy I can’t do no no mollies
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| Six inside my double cup I’m feelin sippin' on some buly
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| I just want the throat bitch, I can fuck yo pussy fuzzy
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| I’m gon' spaz
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| I’m flexin' bitch I worth 100k
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| If you run up on me I’ma let them dicks spray
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| Sippin' Actavis, the plug he be my best friend
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| Triple 6 bitch, Satan with me til the end |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Codeine Counselors , by - Riff Raff. Song from the album Aquaberry Aquarius, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп