Lyrics:
been drownin' myself in these codeine problems (yeah)
Spent a couple thousand on my feet, then ran it back up in a week (yeah, yeah)
I got these
see me on the road with my bros, feds can't make man talk
Never had a whip, never had Ps for a cab, couple man made me walk
Then I hit a lick, gave
that it's comin'
Take two shots then I'm wavy
(Take two shots then I'm wavy, take two shots then I'm wavy)
Couple close friends turned pagan
(Couple
up
Runs deep in our veins, way down in our blood
Everybody we know does
Put your boots to the ground 'til the sun goes down
Kill a couple long
Spyder from Zone
I got a couple dollars and yeah
I just gotta, I just gotta
Text her what she on
And she text back "I'm alone"
Yeah, you know ain't no
And they scream
The worst things in life come free to us
'Cause we're just under the upper hand
And go mad for a couple of grams
And she don't want to go
hole
With a little piece of moonlight, a couple cans of Bud Light
Where I can cuddle with my baby and I can pull her real close
No, I don't wanna go
they must've missed a couple inches, boo
I seen them heels you wearing a couple inches too
Come with me, I'll show you what a couple inches do
But
of gas)
Ain't no stopping her now
She's got the pedal to the floor in a hand-me-down Ford
Yeah, the only thing that's left to do
Is catch a couple
(One, two, one, two)
A couple Pocahontas legs peakin' out a swimmin' hole
Solo blockin' shots under that soccer goal
Cheerleader pom-poms
Cook with her knife
A couple named Smythe
The Andersons were there
With another strange pair
And the scary caretaker and me
The clock struck one,
tryna fuck my wife
Mood swings, sometimes I need two at a time
Fuckin' two set of twins, and one of them shy
Fuck two set of tens like a couple
yeah
Flexing getting bread
Couple medies on my dick
Rolling with the set can't no nigga tell me shit
I'm with my niggas bro
Cooling with my niggas bro -
the black Range Rover
Have a couple then the yak takes over
Couple friends at your flat staying over
Couple unheard tracks, let me load up
Take if off,
Yeah
How many? (How many?)
How many? (How many? How many?)
How many? (It's a couple of 'em)
How many? (It's a lot of 'em)
How many bitches I
You know I can address the rumors far for
Debate but like Nas said, life is good
Just deposited a couple really big checks
My voice is everywhere
foreign MAC, it's Russian
Kay Kay and Tee Tee, them hoes know they bussin'
I did a lot to these niggas, they mad we fuck they bitches
Fucked a couple
On The Dresser fox For The Dress Up
Donkey In The Bed pit's Keep Em Fed
Couple Mills Tell Homie Catch Up
Pressure Bust Pipes Keep Tools
For Your Blood Pressure
now she
To that coke n stick ups
Talkin private flight thou's a night
She hit the shaker
I took her from the house to a
Couple thousand on the make up
of
The plug when I showed up
He tried to sneak a couple blue dream on me
I had to tell that nigga, "Hold up
Fuck you doing nigga, slow up"
Before me
I'm flat on my back, underneath my truck
Couple buddies rollin' in to help me fix 'er up
I ask for a wrench, and they gave me a Solo
Said, we've
millions
Couple grand made in the same building
(Same building) sixth floor
Auntie Barbara made greens every Thanksgiving
(Uh)
Now the interior cranberry
Special shout to them bitches
That held me back
I relied on the word of mouth, Hollywood
Baby pussy probably good, I don't really know
Got a couple lil'
It's been six years and hunnid couples days
Since you left here I'm getting paranoia
'Cause you're still here always in my voice
Yeah, I'm on tour
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