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based (english) - codeine reasons lyrics

[intro: juice wrld]
it’s called codeine reasons
(mumbles)
aye i’m a player
got a brand new gun, it got a major lazer
i took her to my lair
in the himalayas

[chorus: juice wrld]
i took her to my lair, in the himalayas
her boyfriend hatin’ on me, got a glock with a lazer
ain’t worried ’bout a god d-mn thing
i’m all about the paper
i’ma do my god d-mn thing, f-ck all of them haters
your momma found out you was suckin’
she like jesus save her, mmm
i may f-ck that b-tch, but i won’t never save her, mmm
p-ssy so good, d-mn i had to save it, mmm
just so my lil thot can eat her out later, mmm

[verse 1: juice wrld]
can’t organize my thoughts, don’t need no note paper
off the dome sh-t, smoke creative, anyways
you late to the party, happy belated
and if you want smoke, leave you cremated anyday
put the bullet holes, in his windshield
even if i’m havin’ a bad day, i win still
wake up, pray to god
even thought that i sin still
devil weighin’ on my shoulders, like an anvil
perky got a n-gga itchin’ uhh, ant hill
f-ck that b-tch, then put her on my ad libs
you happy fake, b-tch i’m mad real
make that choppa m-st-rbate, like a p-rn film

[chorus: juice wrld & based]
i took her to my lair, in the himalayas (to my lair, yeah yeah)
her boyfriend hatin’ on me, got a glock with a lazer (hating on me, yeah yeah)
ain’t worried ’bout a god d-mn thing (god d-mn thing)
i’m all about the paper (yeah yeah)
i’ma do my god d-mn thing, f-ck all of them haters (god d-mn thing, yeah yeah)
your momma found out you was suckin’
she like jesus save her, mmm (jesus save her)
i may f-ck that b-tch, but i won’t never save her, mmm (never save her)
p-ssy so good, d-mn i had to save it, mmm (had to save ya)
just so my lil’ thot can eat her out later, mmm (just so)

[verse 2: based]
yea just so my lil’ thot could eat her out later
yea going up the billboard like a elevator
she ain’t tryna f-ck witchu she use a vibrator
yea she vibin’ at my crib i kick her out later
yea n-ggas really squares
i can’t play with em for real
i got shawties on a drill yea yea
i know n-ggas poppin’ pills
and they throwing up forreal
codeine livers on the field yea ye
visit molly at the follies yea
capa based, college parties
calabasas flying like i’m jeff hardy
i’m with a baddie from australia ain’t no playboi carti

- based english lyrics

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