Lyrics:
Yeah, I'm gonna show you on my cell phone
'Cause I—I am a lo-fi junkie
No, I don't wanna hear the new speakers
'Cause I—I am a lo-fi junkie
So
Certified X3
Sab kuch
Launde hai Junkie
Launde hai Junkie
Launde hai Launde hai
Launde hai Junkie X4
Launde hai Daarubaaz,
Mere dost saare
to the gang, she gon' ease (Yeah she gon' eat, yeah she gon' eat)
I fucked that baby last week (I fucked your baby last week)
I'm a junkie, I'm a fien
I'm
more time
This lap dance junkie's spending his last dime
It ain't no joke but I think that I'm broke
Loving you is mentally exhausting
Young assassin
fixing up a shot
Tie it up, shoot it up, bang your head and throw it up
Too much junkie business
Too much junkie business
Too much junkie
fixing up a shot
Tie it up, shoot it up, bang your head and throw it up
Too much junkie business
Too much junkie business
Too much junkie
Mercedes, wenn die Garo brennt
Spul' zurück zum schwarzen Benz
Mach nicht auf Junkie, ma-ma-mach nicht auf Junkie
Ma-ma-mach nicht auf Junkie, du hast
I was a stumble bummin' down the neon Music City sidewalks
With the Junkie and the Juicehead who had problems of their own
Stuck with luck it kept
her)
That bitch you used to fuck?
We served her (we served her)
We turned her to a junkie (I knew it)
We turned her to a junkie (I knew it)
She
Fatty Boom Boom
Hit me with the Ching-ching
Not fokken thinking, dolla eye twinkling
Just a bit of junkie
Let's not get too funky
Oh oh oo oh
When I'm
Hell is high
So am I
A junkie's rush, flying across the sky
A million miles an hour
No, it ain't enough
Machine gun mind and a junkie's rush
All the girls think that you're the king, you're a romantic junkie
On the edge of everything, you're a romantic junkie
Learned all about it
junkie (you a junkie)
You a junkie, you ain't got no money (and you broke!)
Say she love me, I got that bitch blushing (blushing)
Think you know me, stop
Real junkie fiend, Real junkie fiend
Real junkie fiend, Real, Real junkie fiend
Real junkie fiend, Real junkie fiend
Real junkie fiend, Real, Real
[Intro: Delarhyme]
Ela se amarra num junkie, ela é punk, ela é funk
Ela se amarra num junkie, ela é punk, ela é funk
Ela se amarra num junkie, ela é
She call me a junkie
A mother fuckin psychopath
I won't let it go to my head
Always say that you want me
Cuz I be fucking in your bed
She call me
Love junkie
Washed up
Spit out
You're wasted but not wasteful
You're careful but you could care less
Don't you know you're not alone
Hopeless
ever really your fault.
I left the light on just in case you feel like comin' home.
What you doin' with them junkie excuses?
Either way I wanna let you
a junkie for your love
Ooh ooh I'm a junkie I need your touch
Ooh ooh I'm a junkie I want it bad
Something's got a hold on me
You're the best I've ever had
How can I look my sons in the eye
And tell them their father's a junkie
Under the thumb of a crippling vice
The difference between me and nothing
Ima Guapaholic junkie serving all the zombies
Grinding like I'm never satisfied still hungry
And if it's all there you can cop whatever from me
Trap
Nigga I know you fuckin' hate me
I'm an animal, peel poppy junkie, peel poppy junkie, peel poppy junkie
I'm an animal, guess I'll take this peel
I'm
and pick up corner
See he's a class dummy, and I'm a cash junkie
See he's a class dummy, and I'm a cash junkie
I'ma designer junkie
I like that fast money,
everytime
Now were heading for a fall
And a double takes it all
A stranger rolls a double 5
And everyone's a junkie
Everyone's a junkie
Everyone's
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