acid souljah & keenanza - narcotix lyrics
[intro]
so evil boyz
[verse]
she said i broke her heart, to be real. i don’t give a f+ck— give a f+ck
in the based mansion with your b+tch countin’ money up
sendin’ shots at your body, you gon’ need a tummy tuck
i’m with ruben slikk ’cause he sippin’ out the muddy cup
wearing true religion like it’s 2012
i don’t f+ck with cops, no, i cannot f+ck with 12
i know you down bad, yo label put you on the shelf
i walk in, smell like gas ’cause i’m smokin’ top shelf
i walk in, smell like gas ’cause i’m smokin’ on exotic
the feds tryna’ listen ’cause they know i sell narcotics
tryna’ tap my phone, tryna’ come in to my profits
walk into the gala, money hangin’ out my pocket
i just coppеd a check, a hundred thousand in my closet
tryna’ f+ck again and i had to tеll her stop it
i know that she a hoe from the way she at my wallet
up in the building in new york, shout out fony wallace
had to cut some people off, i knew that they wasn’t solid
i been smokin’ gas, b+tch i sip a [?]
so much money, think i need two wallets
wanna f+ck with souljah ’cause i’m pretty and i’m flawless
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