Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Carbonated Water, artist - Ski Mask The Slump God. Date of issue: 30.10.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Carbonated Water |
| Motherfucker I be blackin' out, be matchin' out |
| The color of my whips so beat, be blackin' out |
| A bundle to my money ain’t really perpetual |
| These niggas got no spine (Spine), we call 'em a vegetable (Yah) |
| Your bitch call me tic-tac-toe, she get the X and O’s (Woo) |
| Hugs and kisses for when I tow my little boat (Yeah) |
| Look at the top of my head, horns grown, goat |
| Bill Nye the Science Guy, Fendi white lab coat (Hahaha) |
| I’m a nicotine soldier, say, «Drink cyanide"(What? What?) |
| Finger fuckin' my luck, fuck a four-leaf clover (What? What?) |
| Bent the world over, I’m ready to die tonight (What? What?) |
| Bad chicks at the ice on my shoulder (What? What? What? Ayy) |
| Carbonated water |
| Nigga been poppin' like a cherry Coke soda that is shook in October |
| Wonder what told you to make you bend under pressure like the fucker was a |
| folder |
| That mean I shoot backwards (Huh?), backwards (Huh?) |
| That mean I shoot backwards (Okay) |
| Slit wrist on a bitch, had to slaughter ******* |
| Pussy makin' sounds like a otter tail in water |
| Why you try to hit me? |
| Like I was a driver |
| Lucky things on me, nigga, like I play Frogger |
| Yes I try to lick her, I’ma egg nog her |
| Try to kick it with her, Messi, no soccer |
| Spongebob pet, Gary, I’m a slimy motherfucker |
| Lookin' for a Fairly Odd mother, like my name Crocker |
| Green Goblin, no, the Grinch, stealin' out the stockings |
| How to dance, the chick from Grease, the pot’s stole, made from Crocker |
| Oh, the teeny bop, pull-up like a diaper on a toddler (Huh, huh) |
| Hit strong like a linebacker, Brian Urlacher (Okay) |
| Witches, Harry Potter (Huh) |
| I’m very conspicuous (Yuh, yuh), maybe it’s 'cause I’m the type to be a martyr |
| (Yeah) |
| Death before dishonor (Huh), keep the blade on me |
| I’m the type to give the heebie-jeebies to the Holy Father (Huh) |
| Like Davey Jones locker (Yeah), wrist wetter than a fuckin' flounder |
| Can you pretty please pass me the tartar? |
| Where’s authenticity, need to have order (Need to have it) |
| Niggas finessin' the swag, bag, yeah, you bought it (Aye, yuh) |
| That mean I shoot backwards (Huh? What), backwards (Okay) |
| That mean I shoot backwards (Water) |
| I’m a nicotine soldier, say, «Drink cyanide» |
| Finger fuckin' my luck, fuck a four-leaf clover |
| Bent the world over, I’m ready to die tonight |
| Bad chicks at the ice on my shoulder |
| Carbonated water |
| Nigga been poppin' like a cherry Coke soda that is shook in October |
| Wonder what told you to make you bend under pressure like the fucker was a |
| folder |
| Money my odor, sunsets, manifest |
| Must be something in the fucking Florida water |
| That mean I shoot backwards, backwards |
| That mean I shoot backwards |
| Race, race-race |