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blind drew - couch side freestyle lyrics

[intro: blind drew]
ay it’s blind drew and kharps on the beat (ay)
what’s good?
we k!lling it (ay)
we k!llin’, we grillin’ (ay)
here we go (ay)

[verse 1: blind drew]
look, man i’m high all f-cking day
can’t think of what to say
making the bars while i’m stoned
can’t move a muscle, i’m a stone
man, she hot, i’m blown
why she not at the stove
cooking up my calzones? (ay)

[chorus: blind drew]
chillin’ with the bag (ay)
put it in the back (ay)
zeke with the nice pack, with the good pack
hit that sh-t from the back
need some more rap snacks
pullin’ up to micky d’s, fried off the good gas

[verse 2: blind drew]
rollin’ up the good spliff
roll it up, it’s some bliss
hand me dat in da cut
smoke the og legend in the back of da cut
sippin’ on that lean
it’s so clean
it’s so mean
it taste like listerine (ay)
i need to f-ck dis b-tch, she so mean (ay)
she so bad, i hit her -ss
i hit it and tap
i run it back
then i get this five guys shake
burger on plate, munching on the fries
in-between her thighs
cause i’m high as sh-t
it’s a big daze
it’s a big blur
it’s a slur of words
in da back of da cut like it’s coleslaw (ay)

[verse 3: ?]
like it’s coleslaw (ay)
and we folding all the laws
we f-cked on the sidewalk
she bad as f-ck
hit her with the low-blow
she yelling duck
and don’t touch me if you ain’t with it
listen to me while i’ma spit it (ay)
guess who did it?
it’s me and blind drew
and we, we is in it
girls finna grab our b-lls like its quidditch
did you hear that sh-t, that i be spitting
you following us like you was following religion (ay)
once again, listen to me spit it
ladies grabbing on our b-lls like it’s quidditch (ay)
you think we losing?
think we ain’t did it?
you think we losing?
nah, i think we is winning
but no, we isn’t finished
we ain’t saying sh-t
we ain’t no golden snitch
y’all better mind your business
we don’t mess with no snitches (ay, ay)

[verse 4: blind drew]
call me hong jay (ay)
i’ll delay the arrivalry of the pay
i don’t know what i’m rapping ’bout
but i’m high
i’m blasted off the gas, man
smokin’ off these carts
sippin’ from the flask, man

[chorus: blind drew]
chillin with the bag (ay)
put it in the back (ay)
zeke with that nice pack, with that good gas (ay)
hit that sh-t from the back
i need some more rap snacks
pullin up to micky d’s, fried off the good gas

- blind drew lyrics

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