Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Polaroid Pill, artist - Thouxanbanfauni. Date of issue: 28.08.2023
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Polaroid Pill |
| Only take pictures to remember shit |
| Heavy duty pills, boy I don’t remember shit |
| Give a fuck if it’s cliché, I love Actavis |
| I told that bitch I’m Mayweather with this rappin' shit |
| Only take pictures to remember shit |
| Heavy duty pills, boy I don’t remember shit |
| Give a fuck if it’s cliché, I love Actavis |
| I told that bitch I’m Mayweather with this rappin' shit |
| And shout out all the good girls who know I ain’t shit |
| But still be on my dick, with piercings on their clit |
| Rose gold rope chain look like some licorice |
| But you can’t lick on this, hell nah girl you can’t lick on this |
| I got a chill cuban mami, and she is straight from Vogue |
| I pop the veins on her neck and she pop me like she rode |
| And she gon' do them pretty toes while I sit back and toast |
| Finesse a pearl blunt on the California coast |
| These niggas test my sins, but they old testaments |
| Came back from Texas smelling like some Fendi breath mints |
| Called up some sexy hoes, drugs and refreshments |
| And nah, I ain’t drinking shit but meet me at the Westin |
| I’ma pull up right after this studio session |
| I’m late as fuck, she asking 21 questions |
| Now we havin' sex, it started out from wrestling |
| She give me brain I blow her brain, no Smith &Wesson |
| Beamer to an Audi, a Lexus off a pill again |
| Our dope must be gone as fuck because the ceiling missin' |
| Play Baywatch with these hoes |
| And these niggas just my children |
| Grandaddy frustrated with me, he think I don’t listen |
| But it’s my life and I took that risk cause it’s my decision |
| Ayy, look fuck my fucking feelings aim it at you with precision |
| I say I’m chillin' with these hoes but I ain’t really chillin' |
| And my e-mail inbox is worth at least like 10 million |
| Ayy, snap that polaroid cause I wanna remember this |
| Ayy, flip that phone, flip that flick I wanna remember this |
| Ayy, Miami, record this shit bro I wanna remember this |
| And rich boy flare got me lookin' vintage I wanna remember this |
| Sextapes on my phone, shawty you remember this? |
| Ayy, you remember this? Ayy do you remember that? |
| You remember this? Ayy do you remember that? |
| Ayy, you remember this? Do you remember that? |
| Ayy do you remember that? Do you remember that? |
| Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, you remember that? |
| Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy do you remember? |
| Ayy I know she a freak cause she a free spirit |
| She dream to go long as her fucking friends don’t hear it |
| And there’s some niggas who are fed |
| They want me fucking dead |
| Finesse me out my bread, boy that shit’s so dead |
| I ain’t replyin' to your text but you just know it’s read |
| And I know a couple blue niggas who might leave you red |
| Uh, yeah, remember that, remember that, remember that |
| Ayy, ayy, ayy, I’m off an Addy ayy, ayy, two shots I down it |
| Ayy, ayy, ayy, three shots I down it |
| Boy I’m my fucking plug, and I’ll go kill the plug |
| Off a fucking drug |
| I’m off these fucking drugs, but I feel good as fuck |
| Got True Religion love, you cannot fuck with us |
| You just can’t fuck with us |