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dr. coke cuttin’ 3’s

i’m on that win sh+t no grin sh+t, cokey on that lit sh+t, cokey finna drop a bomb on all these f+ckin’ dipsh+ts
the hate is just coming but i’m ballin’ while i curve it, i laugh about the b+tch then i’m poppin’ like it’s christmas

liquorish, second favorite candy all season, first comes that thick, wet p+ssy while it’s leakin’
stealin’ all your thunder, call me rachel cuz i’m thievin’, i’m tryna keep my name, f+ck that hoe sh+t i’m leavin

this is india, one time bombay, middle fingers in the sky while we screaming f+ck hate
i’m aboutta’ head out and get myself a milkshake, cuz my flow is so fire, you know why i separatе
myself from the averagе, bmd a savage, bmd gon’ take his shots and make a (beep) vanish
like magic, this the f+ckin’ trick of the year cuz i’m stayin’ so calm but yet i’m doing damage

i’m wildin’ i’m on flakka, high like a rasta, she say she like my smell, i’m wearing cigarettes and prada
i’m aboutta’ take a rip inside my room by the corner, cuz we’re out here still tryna legalize ganja

that sh+t don’t do no harm, it brings peace and love, you gotta take another hit and then you’re up above
the clouds of faith, where you meet the one and only entity, give him a high five and back down you’re doing splendidly

tremendously, it’s all about respect and integrity, the door stay shut while you live behind your f+ckery
a party down the street and your girl she be calling me, she’s asking me to come i told her say it with that kitty baby

i’m litty baby, you know me i’m so witty baby, pop a xan cuz i’ve been feeling pretty sh+tty lately
but that’s okay tho, sometimes i’m loco, yeah i’m a sinner these are h+rns not a halo

these b+tches suicidal they be drownin’ in my voice got a bad ass ting and she make a lot noise
she go doggy on this d+ck flip her over like a coin, buss a nut on her face then we’re lightin’ up a joint

took a step back, before i destroy, i’m a real ass g getting straight to the point
all this sauce on me like i got no f+cking choice i was sent from above i proclaim then rejoice

got the bottles and the stash and the gang on me, after parties ain’t sh+t we pull up at your street
turnin’ up in this b+tch dr.coke cuttin’ 3’s
all these notes turnin’ white now it’s white money

happy face gandhi he’s so proud of me
he multiplying in my pocket he see more of he
double cup codeine, duffle bag with trees
smokin’ dope that’s a lot mans aboutta go green, ay!

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